Monday, December 7, 2009



The curve of the eye waits
Finds the mother girl standing straight
Standing against the long imitation of love
The lending answers and broken money
A little jaw given to a future
Where packs of dogs fight over the
Remains of a spine
It finds us all standing waiting what
Ridden care it did give, stretched
Out stiff
Stretched out upstairs as if
It didn’t care as if
It had eyes but wasn’t looking.

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