sliced through the darker
half of my two tone life

a laser light with potential
for a great defeat

(I love as a feeling)

I have borrowed a surface of oily
skin to coat my brow.
it wavers, sickly rainbows
refracted in the sun

it is a putrid ball.

exhausted
it began with the sharp end
of my adolescence.

04/22/2004

Author's Note: I love the title of this one, a unique word, very earthy.

Posted on 04/22/2004
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