Saturday, 21 April 2012
Fe2O3.nH2O
bulla pocked and vagabond
smoke away what few vagrant days remain
though your shallow cut still cleaves the hardest waves
this herniated lunge of stiff progress cannot belay
that fetid call of aged ptomaine
beneath the brine toothed bouillon
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