Sunday, October 25, 2009

45*21

walk into one of the bays, however
to say, wow, that's fucked up
it's like what Jessica' doing
when you're dreaming poetic right now
these six-up corners may buzz
heaven draped like a cloth
the nazis had their own christian creed
chalet high in the feathered hat
to throw a tennis ball in the dough
make sure he sees what you did with the settlement
rectilinear, he chuckles, I hope
I tried to stay away of her lineage
exquisite embroideries, homespun raw wood romance
a blueberry bracelet on her right hand
it's late summer against one wall
electric bananas are nestled under a small chicken sculpture
whip-smart and horn fed
points hanging in another room
I had that sense of physiology
this funny feeling of amplification
neck-deep in myriad indistinguishable by farmland

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