Thursday, March 20, 2014

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A freckled mass
a ship of whirring tigers
nine tenths of the law
an atom of Sunday
four lashes for the separated creature
can-opening the soul's alarm
clock of all evaporated fantasies
to the toppling moment
when the river eats numbers and paint
when the missionaries are murdered by other missionaries
I will be staring from a small broken library
smiling from the niche of my hell
with my hands on the secret skeleton of a calorie bible

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