I accidentally as much as I on purpose
sitting on the sidewalk with the shards
married to outer space
a night in shining laughter
religion in the nude
winter in the psychotropics
this goofy threadbare soiled and wrenching way
what you fumble is my food
I show my toenails & expect to be let in
Saturday, July 4, 2009
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