Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Dam road clamber

sort the hard stones from the storefront
soft water marks
a little tap tap on the vowel's head
you sleep when the skirts go blowing
maybe melt the face right off
how a name gets
tough after cooking for too long
the battle is
the bottle isn't
made yet, a boat for inside
a miniature set of feelings for the dolls to wake up with.

here. test your cornfield out for rows.
simple the rut, the rut, the rut followed.

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