light in heavy out

by Kalar Azar

Posted to Action Poetry on 2004-01-27 04:15:00

cute newt zebra striped and counting rusty tin can old parchment beneath the finger of a mime artist petrified in sawdust gasping noiselessly in bleak dawn of the south-east legs at the end heart at the start and practiced my bowling technique with the skull. a rat tiptoes past knowingly the sun from september is the last thing to go cuddling in cold lamplight of whispered words – the snow falls on shoulders bespattering and strewn in a fantasy of dandruff for the dermatitis fanatic beneath the finger of a mime artist cuddling a rat. tripwire snakes lazily left over old wars and the haze has settled now not to say anything of safety the roads and fields still dotted by landmines not for the faint of heart at the start in cold lamplight dusky finger points down the old mine shaft points at old mcdonalds once light in heavy out dusty old perm tatters of a torn dress flutter in the light breeze a rat tiptoes past in a fantasy of dandruff technique with the skull beneath the finger of a mime artist petrified in old parchment light in heavy out…

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