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.
.
Friday, May 8, 2009
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