Sirloin cut
the glare of hope
begins in the spine
tracks down and settles
matching gut for gut
meeting stab with stab
tearing rutted lines
through pulsing muscle
butcher knife sharp
Monday, February 15, 2010
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The whitespace matters The hours can be counted by teaspoons I barked at our mascot, and doubted caffeine.... Mainichi kura shiteru
the glare of hope
begins in the spine
tracks down and settles
matching gut for gut
meeting stab with stab
tearing rutted lines
through pulsing muscle
butcher knife sharp
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