Argument
a trail of scurry
as if martins
had flown through the house
voices
thatpushallthewordstogether
you swing
lampshades
and make it all
film noir
shouts from a
mouth of cloth
so when you are as
empty as grail
but have no space
ypu understand
there is no sense without passion
Copyright © Leslie Philibert | Year Posted 2015
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