Tuesday, December 01, 2009

"t’s like waiting for the results of a biopsy, where the doctors think it will probably turn out okay, but there’s at least some minor chance that you have terminal brain cancer."

Ghetto Plainsman.

   "Sunlight for Vampires"

anchorage in scathe
shade solders
grope Fallujah ogham festering windmill

and psalmody across harm
still chattering · yet oscillates white
far edit
cestus is soggy slalom

adjust leper frop
oscillate agrarian brimstone
go sparingly we of fallout glow allot

fulcrum sjambok fall
whose falter

i have a stake in this


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