Wednesday, March 23, 2016

floats off

my leg 's nore gas p a
round the door the door's
inhabitation where yr time
walked out .walked out and
drizzled pearls of light
slide down the steps slid
e down are eyes blinking
,or yr shoe's the floor
degravitation ,as yr sight
talks out ,a rabbit
dead beneath a bush


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