anachronizms
extensive poetic juxtapositions by and about del ray cross (delraycross at gmail)
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
dcclxi
The forest was too drunk.
Avoid therapists (all sorts).
Hard to erase. Comes into focus
slowly, just having roasted.
Her eye star voices her bagel.
It’s January 2 and the salad line
goes out the door. Further cliche
that I’m in it.
“Yeah.”
“Yeah. Yeah.”
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