THE TEETH OUTSIDE THEIR BODIES
when breath be
comes dispensable
the sun spreads her
legs and the false stars
spy on the white dusting
of hairs that wait
for the slow song of
saxophone and turbine.
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Just a temporary man, who writes poetry and listens to too much noisy music. His hobbies include salivating about glaciers destroying civilization and the cultivation of facial hair. Additionally, he generally strives to make himself as useless as possible....follow the thread back...
THE TEETH OUTSIDE THEIR BODIES
January 4th, 2008 by Zack
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