June 24, 2008

A channeled focus, from left to right, ravaged fingers, lace-weight whispers promises as heavy as stones in suitcases, empty streetlights and packed cars on a freeway to emotion.
crashing craniums, crushed core compliments, comingled.
heart throb heart beat heart stopping
teal cockatoo, cracker barrel celophane, trio of stringed instruments hung like beads of sweat, morning dew and spit.
damaged docile dimpled daughters, danced death- doorbells, dares, dresses.
claw marks on the pencils.

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