Plain American Language

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

Tuesday, February 19, 2008

Do I Finish You, Afterall? #47

Emptiness like a cave in my mouth
tastes like idle coffee
like idle coffee cake, like bad vanilla
like a foreign language
and it smiles at itself, as in a mirror
looking at itself, touching up,
fixing his tie.

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