Secrets fall from my long brown mane Unsteady blues Snipped from every last strand of an invasive flaking scalp. I am fancying neath’ the bathtub suds unwalked terrain Dirt nudged under my fingernails won’t come clean I am chasing rumors Through a soporific state of mind into dark light, polymorphic lives I am buried under twilight mounds Relived from the sun’s blonde smear, Pancaked over easy, a blow to the eyes

03/19/2006

Posted on 03/19/2006
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