septembrie 18, 2014


for automation but not one cent
for elegy. Eight elephants dancing
deliriously to the wail of the   
bumble bees. So long, sailor /
goodbye failure. Or let the pail
wear the head of the lotion. Here
is smoldering continuation. The
smell of green tea on Greene Street.
Bottled reticence.'...

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