Winterbourne





wandering down the pipeline





of one billion born miseries,



they were finer than silk before

they were surely spit out, but



this was eons before the ugly fall

of all the creatures and comforters...



so, kindly spin the wheel in a nicer

direction my winterbourne son of sons;



as the nets have grown rather empty

and the sea is no longer our homestead



2-26-11

james kenneth blaylock

03/11/2011

Posted on 03/12/2011
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