Friday, November 14, 2008

#20

vagaries where the sun hits salt
lying under the crest
cause madmen run like
fires and diamonds

it's hard for darker
snacks to catch
shine the light on
them and they catch all
the heat like the inside
of a mazda 626
cigarette burns and smell
when you want to get home
hanging in the air
on the way to your marine bungalow

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