Thursday, February 12, 2009

Ethereal Beauty #87

Hard shell and hard sell. Hell's bells! It's raining
Again, O conch catch, your brittle rust-wrinkle excites
My lines into redacted whoosh, drooping intensifiers
For no-zone beauties in out-of-reach ozone.
I dismiss hospital- and pikestaff,
Fleeing the premises, contesting a zoning application
For a Baltic Street monopoly of dilapidated loves.
In elephantine dory, I submit to a pass out passage.

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