on existence by Travis G Finborg
full of the lovely ness
breeding like slow rabbits
lazy in a drooling summer sun
yellow with the fire of atoms
the winter is the cold bitter
cook taking a ciggarette in the
back alley, the food is
done lets wait for the lunch rush
these things come to me
as i listen to her words dripp
off her mouth like pearls dropped
into the surface of my skin
the weather is a spine chilled
in season and roasted in the openness
of rotation and dissolution, are they
am I listenting to the absolute thunder
03/31/2002 Posted on 03/31/2002 Copyright © 2024 Travis G Finborg
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