I may have already saddened
-
a sameness in the parrots we care for
-
our suicides
fight
for position
-
we twin the parable
this one: she pushed the baby carriage and in her going made quite
the parabola / the baby bounced but was dead the baby
bobbed
-
habitually I displace:
the ether / a god’s trenchancy
-
the academic scholar of woe whose grave I would visit
uninterrupted
whose stone now is a lonely letter f
who would’ve partnered with me to abandon
my freighted usage
of lonely,
-
of heart, of amateur eulogist
Dec 12, 2012
Dec 12, 2012 at 11:52 AM UTC
I may have already saddened
-
a sameness in the parrots we care for
-
our suicides
fight
for position
-
we twin the parable
this one: she pushed the baby carriage and in her going made quite
the parabola / the baby bounced but was dead the baby
bobbed
-
habitually I displace:
the ether / a god’s trenchancy
-
the academic scholar of woe whose grave I would visit
uninterrupted
whose stone now is a lonely letter f
who would’ve partnered with me to abandon
my freighted usage
of lonely,
-
of heart, of amateur eulogist
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