Thursday, October 12, 2006

Oh! You Burning Angels

Grace is always saucier
when the hard facts have perished
the death of bones in my jaw
morning is laced to the room tightly
the animals move light around
specks of fur on the rake
some joker stuffed blinking lights in the ham
all my life all I ever wanted was crisp math
and a woman glad for what's in my head
glimmer of expectation, excitement, a feeling
of grief tinged with anxiety
cough mint gas from scented gum
extraordinary fuck saturdays
swim in chlorine rags
energy is awning flaps
evil not sleepy Oh!
you burning angels.

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