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June 07, 2005
candelabra
caves inside the shotgun shell
neighbors in the saltwater taffy tank
a seaman's bag
in the mothballs entrails
a much easier
porkchop to fix
rusted tunes
overlap the litter
from gaping mouths
just like bandits
crossing a drawbridge
on a freeway pointed north
I'm not dressed for the weathervane
I'm not ready for the address
I stepped into your path
with the granduer of a thief
I strolled the darkened hallways
over missing floorboards
with my tongue tied back
I struck the citadel
at the arch of midnight
while engaging in pigtails and candelabras
on satin stones
what else
would you ask of me
Posted by Drexler at June 7, 2005 09:21 AM