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December 23, 2005
the employee
deaf tones grouse and gravel
from the weasel that goes about
on two hooves
slated eyes
that lack enough gravity
to ignite a matchstick
dripping sloth into the dead ear of senility
of her employer
she cons half cent peices
from the half blind
and feels an elation in her loins
as she muses over it
she feeds on table scraps
and the film inside dirty pots
she sucks at abandoned cartons
of sour milk
with only the cockroaches
as her witness
you will not find this creature
in any zoo
or jungle
nay, such things only exist
at the circus where we reside
the Hostal Solange
Posted by Drexler at December 23, 2005 04:35 PM