Friday, February 24, 2012

mint



money burns a hole
tiny lies
rule the volume of night's
timber
everything in small
doses; attention
span
of
a
rat/ fink shufflin' off
knowing; engorging
a slip-knot hand
in some tiny room
chokehold on tomorrow's
never-to-bes
writing on some coin
visible
only in the mirror
behind eyes

gold eyes

coin money.



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