Tuesday, October 16, 2007

The sing

in


Her step

has


Turned to

drawl

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The wing

in


her step

has


Turned to

crawl

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I shit and look out upon all the sorrows of the world, and upon all opressions and shame

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

No way- I love this poem- the actual one. But I sat in the library one night this year and wrote about 10 variations on it just like this. I sent one to Maddox, and we actually had a huge chain of them. If I can find them, I'll forward them to you. One was about Sally Rudert molding.

Parallel universes.