Moonblood Spring
September 5, 2011, by Homme de Sept-Îles
under the armour
is a buttergart
thick mail
chainmail cocoon robboon
flies, lord black's crawl demeter
coaldrops over blinking lewd eyes
or
cranky oil kadunk can topsy on tin
over tilted bin raspberry chrome piston parts
still
like a teacher's eraser, a flesh ruby
alone
under
fortyeight pounds of black marbles
vanilla vat inches thick and ice cream silver
it's the card under the cape
Nietzsche's jape
jait
a wink wort wonder
the L word, the F word
the buzzel rings
or pond flings
a September cinnamon spring
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