the seizure olympics
orientation at dawn
selection of poison
until it's all gone
the warden smirks loudly
with impregnated eyes
sees the wind-broken youth,
pre-elephantized.
coaxial gruff churns the subtext mild from
wednesday to saturday through thursday
don't be late.
Showing posts with label he knows it's the season. Show all posts
Showing posts with label he knows it's the season. Show all posts
August 27, 2010
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