three giant hogs vacuum slop
a splintered chimney flies a crow with a chunk of hot ice
in a hurry that tatters a flag
the clergy proclaim that,
"luck has nothing to do with it"
a half dozen crumpled barns sinking ship
in a christ farm
rows of christs
for christs sake
these fucking cookies
Tuesday, March 3, 2009
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