Wednesday, October 17, 2012

churmmed

tiny bubbles
envelope
whats the catch
an antelope,
caught in
the
line of desperation
an act of cold
chicken,
and a creased pattern
or
an arrangement,
cornered
now
read my rights
left handed neighbors
and gifted
with sight.

plaster beagle,
wine alot
every title needs a story
and a casual
printed text.

simple
assumptions about powdered whiskey.
and angels
pitching the last toast
honored all who
broke  a nose
name had a creepy
ring to it.

saxaphone sauce
gathering
and no one named...
no one named,
the captain.

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