Saturday, November 15, 2008


Walking the fennec fox down
my psyche
Being followed by
a predatory himalayan cat
eating some fish and drinking some beer
The fox dies

I fall on my knees
Pretty hard
Bats fly out from the gash
Scars start to beget instantly

They seem to form some sort of
language I seem to remember
from song lyrics

But visual words
not written

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