Friday, March 5, 2010

45*21

what happens when we fall to disease
you might say we let go of strength
some strong as wind
that grows under food
the fox says "chaos reins"
we disappear into our selves somewhere
oh buddy, you're so full of shit
quit taking the axe to your self
empty coat hangers
sex and its animal design
there are several tangents unformed
the laundry never seems to get dry
young waking bear
nature is the being itself
it being alive
the beast of desire
the wing of a bird
old crow goes squawk
and it knows
nature's triangle ecstasy
never kills the pain

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