Sunday, January 23, 2011

Private Property, No Hunting or Fishing

through rock wall BAM or step over, either
down foot, down shin, down knee to newt valley
newt city, newt highway, newtopia, newtropolis
until newt means naught its deal forgot;
that's the ideal day.

So there I am, there you are.
Fallen in the forest, the damp forest
the forest where I learned to fish,
for I am the type to fish in a forest.
But you are fake and I am listless; alone
covered in mud and disappointed

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