a chapped abyss of innocent words
Monday, March 18, 2013
and again
the number eighty winked at me
and there are people trading drugs
in a parking lot
in the smallest town on the seacoast
the sky is
aquatic
mint chocolate chip ice cream
and the trees stretch their
spider fingers
up for a taste
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