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carpal tunnel born of first-serve lets and second-serve ace comebacks -- from sloughing off winter coats to share between twelve -- my wrists are less than echoes and may have been little more to begin -- suspended by gossamer, brass-covered lichen and ticking fungi, like man, (with his whirling gears and mad metals) replaced nature's course with an automated system -- i would rust just to crack but they keep me too clean -- my sunspots have fled to warmer pastures, i am milk-buckets on overcast farm dawnings, but surely even they have seen the light of day -- splashed my face with wine and rooibos to see if i would stain like the canvas metaphor my generation ascribes to -- maroon dispersion in terra cotta wash, twining around a spiral course -- the folly of it went ignored 'til my lost and floating freckles gathered at the drain and clogged the sink to overflow.
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Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 2:03 PM UTC
(w)reckless freckles
carpal tunnel born of first-serve lets and second-serve ace comebacks -- from sloughing off winter coats to share between twelve -- my wrists are less than echoes and may have been little more to begin -- suspended by gossamer, brass-covered lichen and ticking fungi, like man, (with his whirling gears and mad metals) replaced nature's course with an automated system -- i would rust just to crack but they keep me too clean -- my sunspots have fled to warmer pastures, i am milk-buckets on overcast farm dawnings, but surely even they have seen the light of day -- splashed my face with wine and rooibos to see if i would stain like the canvas metaphor my generation ascribes to -- maroon dispersion in terra cotta wash, twining around a spiral course -- the folly of it went ignored 'til my lost and floating freckles gathered at the drain and clogged the sink to overflow.
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Jan 26, 2015
Jan 26, 2015 at 2:03 PM UTC
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