Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Comedy Stirs The tragic Pot

And I am there with you always

the slash of sunlight
under a swell of black milk

my scent is everywhere within you

the boss who wishes his
vehicle fixed

the hungry arm

the mirrored pink book
of the shorelines

the brick hand puppet of shadows

I am your obscene father.

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