Friday, April 04, 2014

able

I sit, I lay,
greyscale above me
cannon hand, one can, two can
three hand
a free form furnace roar
pix picks the tricks and turns the whine down
diagonals aid the headrest mutiny.
'we need to talk' when I'm able
able when I'm able. communicable.
let drips slide
let them caress the glass uniform
we'll hear their thunderous applause:
we'll hear their gesturous facades.
frame cackles will fill the night
cursor cursor cursor.
and I'd hope by now the bishop knows

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