Plain American Language

I cut a sliver/of WC William's finger
and placed it inside/my philosophy...

Friday, January 25, 2008

hahaha, and naturally i backtracked. well, here's #24

Counterpoem: Huh.

Cooked and scrambled
love looks like
this, there's no sound
to tell
just how beautiful
or burnt
it'll taste in your mouth.
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