Mar. 24 am
Bruised ribs scaffold my
sternum-nested slip of a
finch. Feathers all rest.
Mar. 24 pm
Musky caps, wires, drum
kits blue walled-in. My own guest
defenestrates me.
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
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Fifty miles. Seventeen syllables. No power steering.
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