those finer moments
don't come easy
biting a tongue
of ice
the handle wiped
the dribbling beard
of drooling saliva ganglions
slime fest evidence of giant slugs
the cusp of curling seize ... a paper theatre
oh shiny black stone embalmed against the night
where lepers foot leaves no trace of his prey the sword
would not come out ... until the shit washes you clean ...
a snowball with no agenda to catch a beggar they could
not get out some had left limbs or eyeballs swivelling
on posts ... unleavened ... the swaddling bands of
the lame ... even a canine can smell the steam
rising off its odor just train it to sit
13.39, 29.01.13. misc draft
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