decay in my voice
her nose on the draperies,
spills drinks,
fondles another man’s
alternatives..
greasy talk
on somebody,
her symbols
and movements,
our laughter
grown to sounds
the deaf take for
music
her nose on the draperies,
spills drinks,
fondles another man’s
alternatives..
greasy talk
on somebody,
her symbols
and movements,
our laughter
grown to sounds
the deaf take for
music
dive into the kagablog!
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March 11th, 2008 at 12:55 am
while riding a lonely ride in a car - away from the setting sun toward a growing, golden light
silver, slipping words, dripping like thighs from, afternoon-time trysting… melodious sign language