It breathes deeply and terrifies my spirit.
underwater and baffled - a strict tick.
tempered in steel and sealed away.
and, and,
forgotten 'til it comes again!
utter a silence...
a restrictive old palette.
a tongued mouth, making love,
love, love.
lips and stitches,
and, and,
naive old parrot heels!
I'm a sick old man.
12/02/2008
Odd. I see.
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haha i really like the title. it reminds me of some old cook waking up on a beach who has been blind his whole life and simply remarking in a nonchalant way on the fact that he can see. good stuff!
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