Monday, February 18, 2013

The carbors.

The carbors left the meeting today,

But no one is sure when.  They just shulked off.

Everything sucks, and peals, as if left by a leaf of golden


The hog will patiently ask when of the knife;
And peace, to the jacket

Of which unsaid eyes

Have asked nothing,
will rely.

One: look at me, now-- find help for clean up. The Other: Find the carbors.

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