February 2, 2011

re: txt poem

As a silence reverberates the slow
river spilling within slops itself
downhill for ages and cuts
a canyon deep where duets used to den

Meanwhile I’ll be carving idols
in all manner of obscene comportment
And they all mean the same thing
as the rest Simplest three words

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