Thursday, September 02, 2004


I caught the edge of the world
In my mouth

Slicing it with my incisors
Grinding it against my molars

Tumbling young civilizations
Into that oceanless sea

Falling, flailing bodies
Pattered against my lips
Like flecks of gold

As I enjoyed my mid-morning aperitif
Of mayhem and misery

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