Tuesday, June 12, 2007

Verbal Trapeze

red whispers
scraping resin
the touch
and feel of

you packed
in damp beds
ever so much
blood blisters

in my noggin
cool breeze
pillows through
open window

breathing new
scripture billows
out, grey, foggy,
verbal trapeze
Posted by Andrew Lundwall at 5:32 PM

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