Jul 10, 2011 15:31
smell first
slightly sweet and familiar
then an arc of bone
rises
from the shadow by the road's edge
like the ivory ribs of some tiny ship
run aground
lost with all hands
"We should torch it,"
Dean says.
"No accelerant,"
Sam points out.
I swear
I'm going to start riding with the guys
from Hawaii 5-O
biking,
poetry
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And then...HEE!!! :D
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