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Sunday, June 20, 2010


comely finally here to me
drop confetti stars from
bright eyed sky lights
down to the bottom
turned up in arches
curled like toes on top
a sleeping bag for threes
letting all the air in
without any oxygen
alligator bite marks
scarlet kisses turning
into amber tears of toys
never play again until
the bell rings on the last
attempt at restraint
of licorice whips
twizzled red around
wrists that dance like
plastic arms on dolls
that wet the beds
of flowers whose
border has been
overgrown with
friendly weeds

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