Saturday, March 31, 2012

The Writing On The Roof, Chapter I



half-
asked
port
err
vine
were?
no,
but
cod
pine
desks
choice.
voice
going
flirt
drum
skin?
nice
burr
even
in
after-
zen.
exert
ghost
for
kin;
his
tree
rub
fig
scrub
gin.

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