Friday, September 3, 2010

Sorcerer Bulbs

So I horn the ribbons
Towards the nail-dead alley..cluster of headfield hash
Creepers flow through the demerol screes
Fierce to step weird and cat and bleeding reptile
I’m on mirror..she’s for a box
Laddered on hemispheric snakes
I shuffle the prolific cards
Acidic they growl for the fire-bugs all around
Fox fox ache my teeth my robe
I lie everyday..
Bonnet flies beyond the attic
Fiddlers.. broken off
Melting like a postman
Rambling for the ribbons all autumn rust..

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