23 September 2006

coast on coats

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fold pot preached cold shallots
as gills suck in another elbow piece
i fell asleep at the wheel
'glass ship' became our new moniker

now it rains within this soul
almost every time the cannon fires
and fire remains the only part
i hold up to the sky

to learn new words
and new sets of like furs
like clicks of the watch
i keep an eye out for family

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