[EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote:
"cover the elsewhere" - marvin sweatedly shoutedin a wild whisper"to each his own skin" - i shot back" & lose your kin next time we go out on one of these runs"arduous as rust &leaving the hem of his shirt fall raggedly below his waisthe insisted"what kin? where? ya know i'm an only child.an orphan.& that i don't know if i have any relatives anywhere."
"well create some. stop & think for a secondbefore you cover the elsewhere -stick a womb like hers" - i added"that outta do it"circling grinded around him like his looseseams.steve dalachinsky nyc 8/16/06
Thomas savage <[EMAIL PROTECTED]> wrote:House of Sand*Postcards from the sky and the seaDry and harden into dust.The skin of a beachCould be you, soon.Get some in your eyesThen close them.The sky covers itself.You cover me.The crater in front of youIs for corpses.Everywhere there are children.A labyrinth of circlesWinds you closerUntil it stopsAnd you stop, too.Shadows make a desert thrive.What real music is likeHas always been difficult to explain.When they got to the moon, they found sand.Tom Savage8/12/06
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