Monday May 29, 2012Don’t talk to me of wonders…... gather fledglings thrown from their nestsI am too much concrete & fumesglut of signifiers, dryrot of history, bodies …children acid rain refusesthey clamber curbside begging crumbs at duskthe lushequivalent of sorrowscribbled out on grocery bagspound of fleshquart of nailslance the abscess, drain sweet sapin snow before the memory fades& seasons change
Monday, May 28, 2012
May 29 W.I.P.
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