Wednesday, August 11, 2004

trade in your doctor, raise
the lump balloon, pull
funk from beans while
imbibing mean Iraqi, you're
into that very into, it's
less light than an angel but
quiddity needs a moment,
your suitcase fills Nepal, all
dynasties smell of
rubber, from the
grand elbow rooms
of Indochina, you
can't kid in threes but
bear the champion, we will
win this invisibility
fragrance, the grind
of this cabbage poetry
mound seems
plausible, come
hear nore
and decide yourself

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