Tuesday, October 25, 2011

All Drunk Writers Are the Same

gain, speed, volume
tone of parchments
dry erasure stains
on the whiteboard
of profit, ocular ado
the splits with her
on back of a empty
card, a mounting hi
to the relative skin
porous dermatome
laser sights, pistol
shot, magnum lotus
beams of skylight
torn-down sailfish
blown back by fire
from afterburner
jealous twenties
cocktail parties
centipedes on me
wanting to know
why I won't hurt
thee, unhelpable
and culpable enemy

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