With the backward messenger of Future's mystery, we grow the purple of our time. Swimming green, i sit.

Tuesday, March 15, 2005

Marsupial Stew


spinning
Originally uploaded by kafkas_undies.
i want your mouth in my pancreas
pancreas in my soup
soup of mortality
steaming
boiling over into the fresh
frozen
fantasy of a dream
white, invisible
like a child's ringing cry
cry
cry
like a baby wailing
over walls of diaper rash
pancreas stew.
go make your bed.

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