Refuse/d words built into infinite forms of bodies. This collection is unedited; done in one sitting; sometimes daily, frequently infrequent.

Saturday, November 20, 2010

turning a quartercentury

How did so many years go-
a thief on a motorbike
escaping on frosted mountain roads;
a trip into secrets with the zip
sounds of a buzz burned engine.
This vast country
swallows me respectfully.
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