Wednesday, November 04, 2009

the winter is too powerful
turning leaves into destroyed tears

through the window you look upon
the suffering of your horrible

the lake breaks itself
in what a relief
in what a horrible breaking

loose, turning the silver screws,
pledging each other
to eternal distress on party porches

an animal becomes lion-like
in these awful jungletimes, hurt
by the first dagger, strung up

by the last robber who would dare
disrupt the propriety of the pink
totally digital temple,

several hundred navel

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