Sunday, February 28, 2010


they fell down the stairs
like christmas ornaments

like ripe watermelons
hitting the floor at random

traveling units of muscle
flying like ufo's out of control
crashing on the mason's gray-matter

bursting open like mexican flower pots
on the children's playground
grounded forever

fertilizing desire
growing future
on the killing floor
on the 3rd world dancing floor

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