imbroglio

 

He sings permanent jewelry, wait, tell

that joke which made you spit-up turned into

advertisements for rescues, our bonus

fine-ribbed, could be minute oscillations.

 

He’s heard women like real large elections –

diamonds oh so friendly, a souring lake,

roller-coastering final debris-ing

inside simple constant thought-like content.

 

How feeds lash-out or similarly lash.

Bookstores altogether die while weapons

of mass deconstruction, no probable

existence, of your nasal, natal, nat…

 

Once he found your edge he cut himself free –

however flat these nights, reigns rebellion.

 

 

©2007 wfairbrother

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