Saturday, October 18, 2008

funksucksink

In bed under rainbow
afghan
autumn leaves wind
don't throw
your dead at me.
turn around
at

1 comment:

  1. William KecklerOctober 18, 2008 at 7:57 PM

    spot on.

    perfect how the word afghan brings just enough otherness

    into the restraint.

    stiletto poem.

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