Thursday, December 18, 2008

Pg. 8

Spade's mouth.
that had fallen to
cigarette burning in a
off his pyjamas. The
body, the sag of his big
bear's. It was like a
skin was childishly

at windows.
sidewalk beneath
bare ugly stairs
on the damp coping,
automobile popped
swish, as if it had
tunnel's mouth

gasoline across the front
The bunkered man's
he could look under the
hand clenched on the
grotesque position

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