Wednesday, March 16, 2016

au bade

the steps clawed my h
and renouncement spells a
riser says my head name
bat's nasal leaves cur
ling in the gravel foxed
page disappears the crowd as
cends I sleep you sleep the
flattened sun's glare behind a
tree's stalled there
dead hand released the phone
a shadow circircles at the top


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