Monday, June 6, 2011


Out of spiced spiked cider and
spliced veins
we got chagrin, we got

we got worn out
brown couch
and 18 rainbow-covered pandas
for slept there and slept there,
slept there.

Faith's public swimming pool exfoliates
with the skin
of flacid emigrants--
at least it's closed on weekends.
Lay your sleepy head dear
here and here and here. 

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