The brick-eyed dogs run through my mind
Crunch junkyards with gemmed teeth
Rivers seep through scar and sudden cities
Leeching salt from radiating newspapers
Arrythmic marching bands saunter sleepily
Alerting squirrels to the onset of mating season
Nothing indicates the silence of the clock on the wall
Quiet icons replaced with sagging nails
Saturday, March 21, 2009
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