Monday, August 7, 2017

los brazos cruzados se nos cortan

was I ddrippping in the ffridge?
or caged my stone betimes
was tines of snoring in my
lleg ,of when if ,slimy
cabbage in a bottom drawer
was head was head was he
ad mittance in the renal
shore yr slopped boss
grime dimly swallowed
in a windy basement
strewn with forks
strewn with forks
strewn with forks


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