extensive poetic juxtapositions
by and about del ray cross
(delraycross at gmail)
Friday, October 23, 2009
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To sponge is to bludge. In which OMG has no oomph, becomes flat like West Texas. In bed with a coin, the thunderstorm makes air out of air and we breathe sex into sleep faster. Bludgeon the coins spun from sponges.