Monday, March 01, 2004

What are words?
Empty, empty.

What are words?
Sorrow, sorrow.

What are words?
The paper herons with gallow throats; stalk on.

What are words?
A humid fall, a quietude between windy teeth.

What are words?
Cold and hoary drips of doddering morphine with thin blood.

What are words?
A shivered portrait maimed in drab.

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