Wednesday, January 07, 2009

meatus for jelly

What kind of meatus is this – ignored, remastered in colonial sparkling huts, remember?
I knew the wild would getchu one day, knew the wind gentle as a reed tickles the air would be all sunshine on the barbecue, family picnic rock trivia incest lice and chicken wings.
The helios of summer and I burned my nine year old forearm on the metal hot dog stand.

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