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May 02, 2005
smoked salmon
tarter sauce or blood
I cant tell which it is
staining my to do list
there were no torn limbs hanging from
the eucalyptus tree
it was a savage garden in the lowlands
where I chose to seek rest
apparitions were heavy
but agitators were few
it was never less than a hundred
in the shade
if I never wake
let me rest
the contents of my remains
have already passed along
the news
sorry I didn’t give any notice
about the sudden divorce
of spirits
its just that I
never knew I had my own
as the lime fizzles
and the motor
is left running on a different schedule
I thread the high-wire act
with a slipknot
and call for a witness to the prosecution
there is no easier time
than tomorrow
Posted by Drexler at May 2, 2005 06:23 PM