Thursday, March 04, 2004

rage on children finding faultlines, the tales render themselves. and the fashion of poetry as cattle prod for intellect goes across worlds of parity. that community remembers its own. it pays a price, restless sundown logic. night's ownership retails harsh moonlight, with conviction sent for a remake. poets have their political thing going. it will pay the rent, eventually.

Comments: Post a Comment

This page is powered by Blogger. Isn't yours?