Friday, May 1, 2009

Overture


That night.
Last that.
Middling bad
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Buttons in my stomach
Pen-pushing their way
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Towards that
Oblique pinhole.
Worse, all of that
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The simple harmonic motion
Redemptive, around the navel
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That old photogenic wound
Still un-worse, on the right
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You have come in
At the wrong time
Sweetheart.......
I have been changing round the candles on your birthday cake.