Saturday, January 17, 2009

Tilted Box

One up and up beyond.
Like a curse full mother.
Or the dead of night.
Like easy words with heavy landings
Like leaning boxes, or dirty days.
Un cleaned carpets, or whores breath on some loved.
Some kind of tainted gift.
Sick child, unborn days.
Some kind of tilted box.

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