14/06/2016

chalk

a re-poled sphere, for thus we speak
our thumbs minutely asunder
with sparks and ether and miniature thunder
our hapless clay faces, the quake that we seek
but nothing ever shall come about
nothing shall trouble our hives

cowards in
white and white and white

we spit

drink
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