Thursday, August 4, 2016

fog grip

raced the kkakka along the
wall wire hair piled
against a window be
fore yr face knife
blade of grass / peel
my face yr muscled
snore reversed across
a glass fog mirror
here I you crawled
beside the door a
hollow dog slept awake
behind afore was
you was tongues hunching
off the desk my place a
lack placid sack of



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