Friday 21 December 2012

GRAFFITI



wring out my
tiny heart
in short pomes
-time pop pop-pops
like an
     impromptu dawn-fuck surprise

catch elemental and tiny unthings with a fine nib
     as technaical architecture

     hold them
     keep them
like photos or a mirror
to read as proof
that
     I Was Here



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