Monday, October 24, 2011

a cute pericoronitis

up, up, dangerbone

ram your head against that wet meat;

the puffy red pillows where the tombstones

keep their roots.

where the ghosts of cigarettes cling to the walls

like gray babies to their mommas on the first

day of school.

where the skeletons of breakfast reach out

in scummy lumps.

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