01 September 2006

or else

build a liquor fence around me
and lay me
on a window bed.
                                    slowly, th drops of blood
come.
unhappy in this generation ;                                 romance     ferment
beyond perhaps
th problem is
i am only water,
yet named asshole & lovr / writer & fuckr / cunt & cock & son
was confrontd by myself
in a bar,
had little to say.
                                                moved on behind black flames.misu

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