Thursday, June 26, 2003

Swish Tippet

Syllable by syllable, claw by claw

only the shadows are doomed.

Still, the rain falls

drugged by the hum in an apple blossom.

But who can live for long

while my bones gently weep?

Enough with your joy,

the power of I

handles dialogues and plans as well as its cameras and flings.

Moreover it shows that those who seek to die

inevitably end very badly.

 

For once, California is not a balanced naynar

the horror of the family espousing into flames.

This very personal work does not belong to any kind.

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