First thanksgiving i cleared my one plate

[locksmithy]

205. November 25, 2010 (thurs.)

Every poem i read tonight questions
Whether humans are scars
Against the sunset, or old old apes

With newfangled laser-ways
To cut ourselves anew, move the heart
To a tight-lipped "v" (All the rage)

Or so Ploughsares says
.

This Thanksgiving we miss out
On the pot-bellied bonfire that
Invited the fire brigade of Lincoln

We're three tightly rolled argu
-versations into dark matter--
One con-gument of black holes

Over Zin' and beer, and here's my inappro
Gift of contaminated bedding:
How many words are their for "incision?"
Inuits, the one that got away




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