Sunday, September 11, 2011

The Bough Breaks

f  a  l  l
                                   i  n  g

simply falling and the ground has

ceased to be the air is a rush

of sulfur and ozone razor

blades charged unspent

captive ions that

        h  o  v  e  r 

on the edge like revelations or
the craggy crash that has me
for an end and it’s endless
still I’m falling simply

                      f  a  l  l
                                  i  n  g
and   the   devil’s   breath
is just    o n e   great
 i   n   h   a   l   a   t   i   o   n

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