Saturday, June 12, 2010

45*21

the castles of Maria
when Darcey was up her last time
these frames of time that loosen
I don't want to live in Florida
but the panhandle knows my fuck
Who drank the first half
who's plans are actual
the chords are real
like cartoon play dough
I woke up in the middle
no they could all add the that
the feathering tracks pull
along the blue hay
eye floating in my beer
steer clear my beautiful bay
the cat put some harmony on my heart
so sleep came in slow clumps
I heard it clug clug in my ear
before the whiteness
and then the knowing was known
slathered in star light

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