If each morning, the blackout of wheels of fish, white foam |
If each morning
you wait
not
shaped
like a twisted
chair,
a throat full
of
the scalpels
of apples
and black
flowers,
if
his feet
are not
cherry trees
and
his eyelashes
cannot
make
stakes to
crucify
yo... Posted by on Tue, 06 Jun 2006 19:33:00 GMT |