This is a dumping ground for new poems. A lazy mostly unpunctuated hemorrhage (with a bit more care and revision) of thoughts, words, and vocal strings.
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
red eye
a red eye and tired lungs turn over in bed to get a better breath and look at the last dream now skipped from memory with only a few fleeting rems resinged to my relativity a spec still dreaming but doing little else
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