Giant Mammal 012406
Future, present, and past
on the tip of my stick,
no doubt about it.
This way, spitting blood,
I enter your room empty handed,
but my head is covered by your bliss.
Barefoot in my coming and my going,
I vanish with your dreams in my pocket,
crushing the lizard with my heel.
Monday, June 6, 2011
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