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[28 Jan 2006|07:58am] |
waste carries the same shape
as home and consolation. for
better or worse, the wear holds
no verbiage - only itself. and after
all the talk is finished, the road clearer
shows a sheen of itself
in the mirrors and the sun
may well rightly rue our voices.
sewing & to and, end to end;
nevermind the question as it
answers itself for a small fee,
which is collected unseen. and
seen, now, the ad
-vantage we take, hold, and
are thrifty with though the less
fortunate swell the streets
always.
patience flashes its cost
down through doldrum slums while
the denizens glare and want.
room for words is made or had
and all along thus; with brains
of jungle vines and corrugated
tin.
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