Friday, January 13, 2012

To a Fault

Got to hatch them all:
Plates, seats vacated, droplets on napkin smudge into further
sequences, saturate, make light of the cloth.
Wrung, decided, wring it all down throat.
Triple crown, excellent toast upstream.
First taste, classic case,
heightened sense, folly.
Sayonara, god.
Fell, exposed, glad to see myself.
Discovered, back in scrum.
Awful. First time pissed.
Wretched uncle, broken. Fist.




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