Thursday, February 26, 2009

Ethereal Beauty #97

If a circle, I'd be completed
And thrown back into the universe
To pester others once again. But
I'm hunkered down on porous bones,
Bongoing my skull with ripped out shoulder,
The tune ‘When The Taints Go Marching In’
Repeating in goofy loop, subsiding
Into hollow vocables.

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