Post by sonofsamo on Mar 8, 2005 16:29:52 GMT -5
when i foot foot foot to tony down from work,
i looked a man milking his car...
and a cycle-faced boy,
who sounded like his bike... i switched
feet to reverse mine happen-stance,
slick on mass, cold slice...
so bird bird bird up flying in terror falls...
salting holes at every ball...
and rip-tore open the slip of the membrane
clambered inside for a napping.
there bodied lay...
never friend made.
i looked a man milking his car...
and a cycle-faced boy,
who sounded like his bike... i switched
feet to reverse mine happen-stance,
slick on mass, cold slice...
so bird bird bird up flying in terror falls...
salting holes at every ball...
and rip-tore open the slip of the membrane
clambered inside for a napping.
there bodied lay...
never friend made.