Sunday, February 21, 2010



maple-flavoured beef jerky
and a cold without gloves
the "ain't no match for"
that kind of match, that day
some dallying provided for
by all unfamiliar space
and seasonal inflammations
of the overcoat industry

we walked
and where and when we walked
into what and who we walked
abreast and unaligned we walked
debunked and demonstrative

such that significance
became a signifier for
a fire for solicitation
so illicit in extremes
whores heave in the seams

going on and et cetera
the wolves were skinned
pinned through their noses
to decorate base instruments
with shock therapy

pulling them together, arms around
pelts and fingers
around quartz crystals
it could be the jungle or
your receipt

i love you i love you i love you i love you
i love you i love you i love you i love you
i love you i love you i love you i love you
i love you i love you i love you i love you
i love you i love you i love you i love you
i love you i love you i love you i love you
i love you i love you i love you i love you
i love you i love you i love you i love you

see it
but is it
to be what it is
to be seeing it




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