Friday, December 4, 2009

45*21

every ordinary idea is not circumspect
crazy as seeps into the smile of an agent of safety
put yourself in my shoes the holes will wear apart
the silence is not a gift of golf
just a darknes that hits a tree in four stroke
the witch is in the atmosphere
snow frost and sleat
creosote dogs that float
in triangles on home coming floats
I rearranged the furniture on nut plates
cause of absence in slow motion sense
if and whens don't mean a thing when you are stoned
the Cadillac drones outside the hall
it's a Las Vegas Alligator Mall
the tangents of these clown conspiracies
will hold the tank of fire and disease
'til elder ladies close their eyes
in panted arabesque disguise
the grocer in the slime design
armed with mistress and right guard charm
decides it's time for red yellow and orange

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