Justice, Freedom, Poetry, And Other Nonsense ....
Wednesday, February 8, 2006
Benifits Mastrabating
car
rises the indefinable orange
in a cane field of poplar,
nailing the cold season
a titanic black bones of leaves, which, like
of rare butterflies pierced,
between sheets of ice and fog, they are.
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