Tasting
crupmled sweat
upside everything, the umpteenth time
trickling behind an excess
of an acorn's plumped up story
the speaker,
muddling around
just to be severly trivial
and every sound
coming from the back-bush, the hymns in the forest
become scary in their silence
tasting barley
in soup's femer, the brushed up bruise
of an amp house, or an ego
long stepping
in big hushes
and fat wind seams
laying out in your exhaustion,
arms stretched out in newsprint
and your face,
it's getting inked up, and cancer'd up!
You know that it's getting
inked up and cancer'd up!
by an article in the healthy living section
about how not only smoking
can lead to cancer
written on 8/8/05
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