23 September 2009


I wish we'd rode the long way home
said the lung to the breath,

as exhalation adorned the sea,
strangling the tear, who in turn
wept at the amusement of the author,
who, in all his lightshades nightshade
became afraid of one another.
diligence opens newly cast apple seeds to empathetic rogues.
An authors decree.

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