organgrinder

love, little roof marchers to the
deadpan glance
beats written in the stars
takes your credit card
.com boom baby
and your tight little sweat hole
-seeps from your pores- like
anyone breaks holes apart
we fall in
we fall ankles up in and
shoop shoop goes teh background
fly swishes by
it's how it seems
best is the most clear way.

2003-10-12 | 5:38 p.m.
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