ForkWordPoems by Inchiki |
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delugethat look in your eye head tracing little circles like a corkscrewing ash seed that crooked smile and behind it the unlaughed laugh that took so many of us from the street into the casket of dust and bookish mould the huge fusted crumb of paper towering over your desk oaky scent of word fusion i tried to help when the water pipe broke on your pile and turned it into dirty dough but your ownership had run aground and ruined the cakemix every night after that you awoke to the ribbet of frogs 2007 |
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