Wednesday, April 26, 2006
bit's / can't get a good right
wind blows warm
it's dusk a gain / & a gain
my belly aches for you
it's the prickle of skin down the
back of my legs as / dust dervishes
spin / chant sand storm / yes
the season is turn ing
& i am / help less to stop spring
yes / this is when / the mal content
sets tight a cross my pelvis / bone
of un happy ness
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the sea's son turns a way from his mother
I don't know what that means yet
maybe
I'll get it
soon.
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