flea market on sunday
ÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄÄ:::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
replacing church
§§§§§§§§§§§§§§w/ trinkets
and
1.00$
admission
we soak up
_________________________the last bit of heaven
as worn°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° out faces
sell
garages of junk
to my
girlfriend
looking up I shape a cloud
with indexing finger swirls
and realize
I'm poor
and unknown
and I'll die
like that
what a world-flea market
I sift through
creates of records
and find hidden gems here and
there
...the novelity
will wear
off
nude music will
play in
the gallows
once again
and the clowns
won't parade
on the
((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((((television)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))
anymore
Tuesday, May 22, 2007
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