Sunday, February 09, 2003

leetching off the ghosts of strangers.a routine that takes no thought or walking into live wires without a scream or a convulsion.i saw you picking the thorns off the rosebush with your 2 front rain under a grey lamb skin sky.breaking jawbones on caskets that i crushed my fingers in.seductive as a serpent with a brand new disease.the last one nearly ended the world.this one will start a new's just that horrific.


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