Tuesday, August 17, 2010

On Their Soft Brown Skin Comments

Rating: 5.0

It seems real that my joy is drunken:
My heart burns like peeling glass, the dogs run underneath
The overpasses and after class:
The cars motors purr, stamped by housewives, swaying in
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Robert Rorabeck

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