Wednesday, January 25, 2006

you wanted words

some air dried
fluke of a wall hang
static electric frightening
feet turned blue as
warm seas
you can't sail without
drunken, praying masthead
casting lots for guidance
it's a post-war Chevy
drinking boxcar perspiration
some planks seem steadier than others
grasping gravity off wild love
tell him he's my hero
you son of a bitch

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