Friday, June 20, 2008
get out before it's too late
way down in the glow
a congregation of blown glass
human feet, mostly left
and snapped at the ankle,
dig toward the opposite malfunction.

splinters floating on soft light,
waiting to be adopted,
show signs of aging.
get out before it's too late.

attention looks himself 
in the mirror
to see a steady rain accompaniment
of thundershot sympathy
dying to take her clothes off.

dripping wet and called out,
an anchor shaves its head
to change the weather.
Written at 11:53 PM by kiai copy machine.
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