Thursday, October 29, 2009

With A Sistine Swagger

A man of some connotation, this, rough meat:

The sine qua non of me, the body.

On what head otherwise to stretch the balaclava





With what fist to grip the stick to break the glass

How at the same time lie at the Inn of the Open Sky

Expecting with lame hand the swooping-in Finger

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