Monday, January 14, 2008

Wait for August

Charms

Just inside the rim. She gasped
gripping the handrail. These
relentless chemicals. Another
slip pandora. Because sleep
erases. Forfeiting ghosts.
Peel exasperated plaster.
Dried with angst. Slow violent
fingernail. In pills and acetate.
Drama and chimeras. Eyeless
exits. Used to imitate an ache.

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