Tuesday, November 11, 2008

#19

empty as heads and
souls upon the mauritania
clawing for earnest winnings
as the rearing black boar
circles in a way to
enhance effervescent dread

standing tall as
cunning, swirled brass
twist up like a lash of
eucalyptus, whole time
foiled with the 
dirty and sinful way

marker stop, point, point
fervor over miami
moon over manhattan crying
scheck crossed up on the
back of the broadway through

marvel at blackbeard
churning the souls
water bottle bedpan boils the soup
and whenever forever

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