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Showing posts from July, 2016


my country  she knit her bones  underground  far below the hammer strike untouched by chisels my country  her heart & lungs born from ore  dug out raw pure claw & tooth

early birds

You gotta jiggle that handle wait  for  Godot  Pat the tiger's empty belly tin drums  pan flutes Were you in the market for cheese? forgotten  bread? Don't mind the burning circus smell they're gone well done