[i will wear thirty two shades of eyeliner & gentrify your avant garde poetry]

Saturday, November 25, 2006

hidden in the shed

_my friend destroys ear
w/in the television
in shirtless puberty or
the ninth line leaves clouds
_my friend contains
the mud & possesses the batteries
or the previous night i suppose
we have hidden in the shed
that enjoys acute smells of tools
& in that moment
we withdraw the risked apart
to document the toilet &
i was instantaneous
& w/out water
_my friend I am friend
or employee & each one us
is the mission
or the reasonable copy
w/ certain attack charm
i say _my friend
you are certain attack charm
i say _my friend
am more than
batteries & interlopers sometimes

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