Wednesday, June 10, 2009

Next To Nothing From Something

this way or that way

your capacity to fill the moment

including your feelings and mine is

young and retarded in voice and color

of romance your flesh comes with

such a bitter smell

turned almonds by brute or by song

yours still sit in water

better could make butter

bring it with your renewed vows to my neighbor

they have no spoon to stir elegance and will be satisfied with

broken skins

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