Friday, December 14, 2012


1) Right on Schedule things got inchoate and shaky
2) In the birth room the air had to be stirred or it would Coagulate
3) and Disturb the gentle tubing of my heart
4) I was a Diligent boy, prone to fits of wildness well into manhood
5) savoring the delicate Parsnips and tossing one, as though a football.
6) My Dumpling is medicinal, and all that I stand for
7) far from Standard, these panting vats, syrups of confusion
8) I will stir anon and blister one Afoot as flooded with these breaths.


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