Wednesday, August 1, 2012

To Ward Its Vandal Gothic Reports

so horny for the real
the soldier lamed
and the mail man ready
insert your line
into the scrawling
and munificent

to total and
for this shell
on our backs
sweets the rain
and blunts
the hickwall

and from the view
its natural riqis
and eleni-sacu
give out:


and ride down their twisted
tithings to where the tooth
of its stone is gummed up
to the root
and the gleam that impel them
gland thru you
until the meat of its quick
is but the harrying
to your oft-sloughed

wearing shorts
in the walk-in freezer

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