Friday, April 21, 2006

2B. "Abomasum of the Limbec"

No guidance in this moon i seem to chase
through blackness, in the labyrinth of choice;

& now beneath fluorescents' noontide scrawling
dernely graffiti, the moonless landscape scrolling

past me a river of glyphs, i find i call
accidental what stalks with intent to kill.


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