go your own way
May 1, 2008
…never mind the flight
uptight
unendingly unbending
was the miserable bender
(never-ender)
always alive to the possibilities
open to men of hope and good will
but will not the flowers
will not the blossoming of
autumn’s auto-immune deficiencies
compensate for deadpan expressions
on the faces of mother figures
covertly ovulating as is nature’s
way of having its way
the way i almost had mine the other day
minos - april 2008
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Kashkin | May 2, 2008 at 6:30 pm
Minos,
klassic….very nicely written those words in its fabrics…
autumn’s auto-immune deficiencies
compensate for deadpan expressions