Sunday, August 26, 2007
Old Wastes of Time I
A capable international first union
you felt it in your heart of hearts
despite all the car crash around you
all the unyielding tempered steel setback
despite the unending torrents of falling paper angels
shotgun sudden
looking removed and sucked dry
forcing this disintegration
employ your strategy of resignation
the sky glances over and bleeds dark night
A published confession
No more Lies
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