Friday, May 8, 2009

From One Point of View

Galooping soupily
out of an aperture
like an excrescent polyp –

then detaching
and perambulating
into wilderness

until its meshed
interiorities of tubing
knot and clog, erode,

dry up and die:
so – my dear, I fear –
go you and I.





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