Wednesday, August 25, 2010
Saturday, August 21, 2010
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
The Cypher of A Loss
Your wounded butter
dripping down an obscure turmeric thigh
as you contemplate murders,
costs the trespasser, his bi
polar nerve
the thought shifts and declines
down
your digestive tract
whimpering with the cruelty
of pure's lost purity
all is lost.
The loss
has been.
Always has been.
dripping down an obscure turmeric thigh
as you contemplate murders,
costs the trespasser, his bi
polar nerve
the thought shifts and declines
down
your digestive tract
whimpering with the cruelty
of pure's lost purity
all is lost.
The loss
has been.
Always has been.