Monday, November 4, 2013

HAS HORSE'S EARS

Careful!—there,
reticent 

Monday complexion—look-
out for loose heavenly

reams of leaves 
falling—not exactly

your way, but slightly 
right

at you—
at ten

o'clock, or maybe 
then—sharp 

in the morning—up 
ahead in the cheek-  

stinging wistful 
sweet wind of November—with all 

its 
might whisper-

ing—

What the hell?

what 

the hell? 
what the 

hell
what? 

the hell

are 
you?, sighing

down 
there—still

doing?
not-

laughing—

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