Sunday, March 1, 2009

i hear the quail cry!

today:
the spider eats
a centipede
the dog lies down
upside down.
on a broken pool
my bald head feels crunch,
be cool - its only the fissures;
the mystery of the white sedan
every window open &
flying lotus
raging demon
dvd burner,
dirty brushes
painted knives
last rites.

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