Thursday, July 23, 2009

sparrow poem

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

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