Wednesday, February 07, 2007

Desire and not just killing

Desire and not just killing me
it was a sad flag
some tanks
this language he said is what
makes me run from cover
all the sparks adhere to gas
and the panic
what great
waves of it ping-pong
through my disguise which
is rancid only to you
that's the part about love
I adore the weather
in your head.


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