Tuesday, September 08, 2009

the holes in a certain tree
to the holes in my skin.
Where I was standing
no longer mattered.
The space I rent now
is built from the same holes
the same spaces breathing
through the emptiness between
my every

stand where you're standing.
Frustrate the earth with your song.
Our anti-matter makes fervent sex
where our matter won't.
Our dark matter love-fucks
where our bright matter can't.

the hole in every animal building
the holes in every other animal.

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