Wednesday, September 1, 2010

dull hot night

air too thick to breathe

you would need

to push yourself

through air

like walking through


and still find no cool


the priests used to joke

that Hell would be hotter

that this

I'm sure they know

under this sky

like crushed velvet

with lusterless pearls

in poor imitations

of stars

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