Saturday, November 21, 2009

Too that which makes it difficult

it is the insipid small abashment of existence
that harbors the dark creases of a worn face
and a soon to be crypt body in in its agony

post modern verse

Insipid little disconcerting is that the presence
Tired facial wrinkles that harbors a dark
The body as soon as the basement, and in the throes of

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