Mar 22, 2008

Something old, and a little silly to start things off.


Zenith
 
Your xanthic weight vibrates; 
ungulated trochees syncopate 
rap questions, prattle
Om-noon mantras, lama
kisses junta iambs.

How I god-fear epiphany's
dragon-caged beach abode. 
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