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[pariahcarey]

for miles it goes

the color of wheat

a hawk hanging stilly

a white horse flat on its side

snug in fashionable jeans

we see stars without constellations

i dream i’m ten.

nude in nightgowns

i crawl out the window.

straddle then inch

the rough tree limbs.

i grope the old carnies.

you dream of birds there-

fell dead from

Comments

[iamabeard]

i think so too.