Thursday, July 17, 2008

Razor Magic

Did you say something?
I don’t here hear a sound.
Cold cuts.

Is this comfortable?
I thought so but no know.
Sublime subprime.

Loneliness a prime number?
The equation is duly dulled.
Quick counts.

Did you walk the narrow?
Red footprints, now embalmed emblems.
ConTENT CONtent.

When did the cold win?
In the quiet quiet night night.
Finish finished.

Oh! What couldn’t be,
That that that should have been.
Sewn grin gleaning glamour.

Sharp tongue carves thy the,
You disappear.

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