Wednesday, June 30, 2010

45*21

I hear coyotes yell
just outside
and I am
the sound carries
it's all that matters
like pulp
the kitchen
super
I'll have some milk
my prayer is doused in it
give me a regular dose
the grass is growing similar
so some words get closer
the edge is neater
I allow my self some space
and grow alabaster
changed ideas today
open hardware
we are all dying
knowing
letting the freak

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