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

Saturday, May 7, 2011

X.


I wonder what yellow ghosts
Linger in limbo
beneath the stairs.

Do they breathe the dust
And blow out like bulls?
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