Tuesday, October 12, 2010

L Shape Curtain Rods For My Window




this morning.

There was February to my doorstep.
It was cold on each of our strokes.

I had a beach at the bottom of my belly, Vincent!

I wanted to be your trailer,

hatred of your window.


But your my months became years.

While I was wasting my name on the map.


and I get drunk

cream soda.


©] [Ma. Cha Aubin 2010 poetic Suite: This morning, London had a taste of turpentine.

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