Friday, February 19, 2010


Angels of vein combat with owls
Tobacco prone skin
Full of brass and forlorn silver
On the sandfield
Nose fleeted
For prolonged scrolls of winter
Sandfeet whistle like celluloid
Black mud of eyeholes or holes in the eyes
Deaf my room
Mediaeval wings and ceramic
Zinc ash, clowns of wicked penis
Dialing the days for a commodore
A worm of camphor.. saliva screen..

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