Loki Wyrd Posted January 3, 2010 Report Share Posted January 3, 2010 With a laundry basket over my head; jeans faded & ink-blotted; nervously, scattered-about-the-room eyes. see the noise splashed upon the ceilings and walls And All of it falls away As gravity becomes my one object; focus Hairy & unappetizingly-dressed as it is. In a circumference no bigger than my forehead Vacuum-sealed for freshness. When I opened it today, It was still good! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Loki Wyrd Posted January 3, 2010 Author Report Share Posted January 3, 2010 nail and skull meet upon the side of a barn For the raccoon's to look upon with hungry eyes To wonder how such a shriveled glory came to be altar to their worship Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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