dead men
straw nest
beautiful summer
America, sure
the gods fence.
artists catch
things. why
If I ever
first rocky site.
shaped arrowheads
here. ate. fucked
Today faceless!
a sparrow
after my blood test:
toroid, vorticist
i admired the
"fuck you"
english
green thrust
Thursday, July 23, 2009
sparrow poem
Labels:
bird poem,
blood test poem,
nest poem,
sparrow poem,
toroids,
vorticism,
vorticist
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