Thursday, August 04, 2011


In your best voice surrender.
I miss you in the zippy dawn
when all the math you do in your head
tumbles from your lips and we hibernate
in summer with swans & fishes.
You are on a startling mission
with a sense of blunt control
over time and space. Taffy.
I'll layer one bliss over another
mistake and see what happens.
Keep you near me
so you can see, oh can you?


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