Archive for June, 2012

gyproc one

the membrane in the wall ate my dinner last night

this morning, it is all gyproc


i am thinner; the cat is getting fat

the moon is weeping—no parakeets


there was a jug on this table

thrown in the image of me

i hope the thief has planted a geranium there


kiss me, my youth is broken

put out the light bulb

it likes to roam at night


rome didn’t collapse in a day, you know





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