like summer melon hit by a part from a washing machine yes seeds but no seeds to bean the oils from I run olive oil all in my glasses make it so I only see in sleep wedge of bread masks the crow a clown you know fat white nose pecked once and dropped from yonder pine your smashing legs uncrossed god your dropping foot evens the ground
Credit:
From Whim Man Mammon, published by Action Books. Copyright © 2007 by Abraham Smith. Used with permission.
Date Published:
2007