Sunday, November 27, 2005


fingers of pride
flicking and tickling,
a filthy windowsill's rain trickling

so please make me scalding,
and send that whisper remiss in mist

the trust to silently withold sounds different depending
on the era of the author of the ownly ode

autoimmune wish witch [sic] i am below meteorology with
longer and longer i miss semi-colon marathon runneth on

in those vehement incoherents
remind rewind the digits


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