Thank you - as i roll down the chimney of your mouth
I write these words on bricks
tasting stony ash, scraching elbows and bending knees
we all go to great lengths to fall
and greater widths to get back up
a swarm of bees
and a basket of flowers
eaten so many bricks, my mouth is dry
full of wine, a cup, you should bring
hold it with your thighs
and pour it on my head
Sunday, June 3, 2012
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