Thursday, April 14, 2016


yr chewed spoon so's the
light might hah return
yr clracking teeth yr
stop stab a chain you
th ought forgotten's
for got yr th ink's
the brittle bulb its
liquid silver spilt in
to yr shoe it's half
the name the
other blind in
mud the rain strips off

what blew cross the moon


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