Friday, November 5, 2010

THICK SLICES OF FLAB

drft...wud

there will be highs and lows
but mostly its lows

and
all those sordid expressions
poets use for his trade
his jades and rubies
diamonds and jaspers
with which he pays
for meals ,lodge ,laundry....
or an occasional winch

all about shedding flabs
eating from it
surviving.
poetry.
shit.

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