Monday, 21 January 2008

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  Go Fuck Yourself, San Diego!

  Typhlobasia
  
  The sobbing came from the bathroom,
  where she sat naked under the shower head,
  ripped clumps of soft water-soaked
  pages from the last book she'd read.
  It was paper mache woven along black museful
  fibers, and, in the morning, I'd wake her
  from torpid dreams of waves crashing overhead.
  it's all in good fun, I'd say
  spitting in her goggles, and dragging sieves
  from the bottom of the bay
  
  With closed eyes and an open mouth,
  I'll dredge this river,
  if not for you then for me.
  It's been rotting post carnival,
  as far as the eye can see
  

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