a speckled stone
round as the moon
is balanced
on the temple gate
under that tree
lies the man who placed it there
centuries ago
silently he awaits its fall -
his final act upon the earth
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
anonymous posts
i am not going to bother removing anonymous comments about porn
like barnacles they stick to my enormous iron form
this is not a poem
like barnacles they stick to my enormous iron form
this is not a poem
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