Loki Wyrd Posted January 3, 2010 Report Posted January 3, 2010 With a laundry basket over my head; jeans faded & ink-blotted; nervously, scattered-about-the-room eyes. see the noise splashed upon the ceilings and walls And All of it falls away As gravity becomes my one object; focus Hairy & unappetizingly-dressed as it is. In a circumference no bigger than my forehead Vacuum-sealed for freshness. When I opened it today, It was still good!
Loki Wyrd Posted January 3, 2010 Author Report Posted January 3, 2010 nail and skull meet upon the side of a barn For the raccoon's to look upon with hungry eyes To wonder how such a shriveled glory came to be altar to their worship
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