Wednesday, June 15, 2011


Unusual activity grants access to possibilities.
Towers of furniture flags super-flat cats.
Incompatible cubes mingle skewed screws.
Recovery is harsh in land of blankness,
try for mothers flaked careens.
Covering my head is a feathered fedora,
something like an ancient once wore.
However, a girl like me might not be free
to such degrees as the sun lets me be.

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