anachronizms
extensive poetic juxtapositions by and about del ray cross (delraycross at gmail)
Thursday, June 02, 2011
mcdix
A room without an ocean. Clear
delineation of color as it abides
sunset. For example, red appears.
We didn’t know who it was at
first. Or the way I describe
engagement as the only
means. Why else would he
android me?
My writhing finger finds
your solace.
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