Monday, April 26, 2004

Jiggle-Jam

Wink-wall
At the singlet state
Toppled towers
Mud-clinging sadly
Through stained-torn pages
Of a journal.
Don't switch the light
It flickers nicely
Where it hangs like a dewdrop
I don't want to leave.
Tip-toe through the insanity
Put your mind at rest
On a magazine blanket
And hydrazine.

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