Monday, February 20, 2012

Buffalo Aspirin

Paraffin foot dip for the softest
feet in Brooklyn. Swallow hard, the
oatmeal is scalding plugs of lack.
Slick back your hair with fruit juice and climb
the stairs into oblong rooms. Burn essential
oils to mask the smell of animal fat.
All the popular long players are
spinning discs on the turntable
until the grooves wear into the cement.
Dear Theory, clamorous doubt
is a mistake. Pop a buffalo aspirin and
find a flash of No. 1. Luxurious
skin has a price so get silky.

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