the ancient anxiety of dogs.
has winter
no levy
it cannot call.
bread;
the saying of bread.
bald man
in a hair salon
religion.
but also, bravery.
our present loss, lost
to the foreclosure
of immediacy.
litany's take,
a rake.
treads your boy
to banquet-
passes my own
pulling a mouth
from a wire fence
and waves.
was not believed
a child
this faith.
the strength of my father
to **** his due.
the strength of yours, too.
be still. and full.
has place
no debtor
in lull.
Jul 27, 2012
Jul 27, 2012 at 12:14 PM UTC
the ancient anxiety of dogs.
has winter
no levy
it cannot call.
bread;
the saying of bread.
bald man
in a hair salon
religion.
but also, bravery.
our present loss, lost
to the foreclosure
of immediacy.
litany's take,
a rake.
treads your boy
to banquet-
passes my own
pulling a mouth
from a wire fence
and waves.
was not believed
a child
this faith.
the strength of my father
to **** his due.
the strength of yours, too.
be still. and full.
has place
no debtor
in lull.
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