Monday, September 3, 2007

leisure flute

alloy's generously reprehensible okay?
give a marsh some melt then hemp your way here.
dross notes kiln test as a festival undressed.
she had a day when she could curve the throttle.

he avoided her true colorature almost oval
almost beige. she waited her tourniquet.
then the seedlings left their brown apartment.
it was waterful it was bereft.

if gladness accuses lines of code
to match our history, what dearth of funds
entreats me?
furnaces leave the cough to us.

a shaded day, cool day, a page
of photographs left on the acid-free
texture to be viewed against the grain
and likelihood. my fate is that wool sleeve.

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