June 1, 2009

An italic war


(Nysity)



the coverings on mountains are here.
they limit a bystander.
the limits are reflected -
inside great benzene giants.

now everyones mouth is a lung
- or a saddle on top of four legs.
there are many words for pass.
but this is not one.

the anchor is inside the armpit.
this waterfall is inside a horse


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