god damn.
Blue down yellow, floating toxic tonnes of octopus.
Heavy muscle of olive wrapped around your head,
Dull slap as it pulls you up.
howintino laverero quintin tu pas e se can nubra campra tapa.
And then a pin burst through wet paper.
cigarette, holes of billowing, down and round, sweeped up in front of you,
and I reached out and thought it was true.
Tell me what time you start work. Take a cab to Mexico, too much freedom sends you over the edge. When you started to quiver i started to sell, and when I turned round to tell you, *Once upon a time a star interrupted a story and begun to tell you a new one.
Sunday, 26 April 2009
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