a body feels diss-lexic
all clotted & word gummd
days of wet sun and smells all a slinky down the calender's stairs
my body went to another land
in the background of someone's photograph
i nestle in data and pixels in a portobello market
stunned, among fur
where else can i go
recalibration husks me
lets it get in a little
Thursday, June 2, 2011
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