Saturday, June 4, 2016

8240. YOUR FATTED SHIRT, THE EEL

YOUR FITTED
SHIRT, THE EEL
I have some preposterous notions :
one being that I was brought here live.
Most people must gestate, but I did not.
It was all a dream anyway, and now
I am running away again. The last
light is in the canyon, and I must
now be on my way.

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