Tuche & Automaton

Wednesday, October 04, 2006

Nearly Laughing @

the rods & combs in his eyes

Nina sits in a slip of fullness
her passion tender & florescent hooded

(they are an absolute space waltz
of sometimes door-pressed lip slams)

please turn down your robot music

only if you turn off your
hypo static noise &
keep your commentary fingers
mummified with clear

could you put on your scant hair blow

ok
but only because you are the shuttling ocean
cut over the part

I love you and am more over your time


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3 Comments:

At 7:07 PM, Blogger znuirs said...

oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

 
At 7:09 PM, Blogger znuirs said...

o!~

 
At 11:06 AM, Blogger Molly Bloom said...

Beautiful.

 

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