9.22.2011

Washout Harvest

Sawed off just a right - for makes alone
mine and me in correct consecutive
Tuesdays, in Nigeria

careful, the downtrodden understand us, warrant a hunger, a trigger, a sneaker. Raspberry
Suede: the letter: happy hiring. Up
one run, the sick stomach drop
boasting is losing season

A hit (ballerina-length)
is a torn hamstring, a congressman, a smattering of appalls. These kids, a composite
loss; they fire loch, they shed plague, they breathe deep graphite

furthermore standing in nylons nevermeans            in socks, in powder blue.
Really, then, it was a date with the Kansas City Royals
that provided the cure.

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