Tuesday, October 17, 2006

ah, little sanderson, i knew you would.



apocryphiate

softer and faster monkey.
great winged trees hold you
below the root, your furred parts
disarrayed in a jungle floor.
soft eyes and snout
like a pitcher handle:
pungent leaffall over and under
and thin layered topsoil over
and under.
softer and faster under
the great winged trees monkey.
drops skin from skin,
molecule by scant molecule,
and there is a smell. and a certain
texture
not to be explored.

it was wrapped in a wet leaf bag.
under apocryphal sunset.
the sky burned red over the highway.
hey down a down.

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