Monday, April 12, 2010


Bite me until I am rabid, jumping from desks and tugging on strings.
Pushing on walls and purging on carpets.

Electric moan, surrender to the buttons flinging across my eyes.
Brick-lipped, unbending, a carcass left to sow its own coffin.

Organic fitting,
sand makes it heavier,
more likely to sink faster.
Under the rain, the stars hesitate to glow.

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