THE TEETH OUTSIDE THEIR BODIES (R&R)
when breath be
comes dispensable,
then the Sun spreads her
legs; the false stars spy
on that white dusting
of fine hairs that wait
for the slow song of
turbine and saxophone.
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 (R&R)
January 25th, 2010 by Zack
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