in the hold
shattered things sparkle
the font leans bold if glass
blown over cellulose
sends the trail south and i’m looking
up the proper dose
north by northwest
we go, bitter not doubles
egos conjoined and begging to die first
watching for angels in dress shops
to ring a bell
inclination indicates
we should both survive and
only the door
disagrees, the taste of iron
lingers and i’m looking
Saturday, February 7, 2009
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this is a) vague b) cool
bones! adventures! camaraderie! i am in love.
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