I've found a dent in the ground
concave and wet
so i reached down to feel its ridge
around the far edge
and it hit me,
a coconut on the parietal
crushed, juiced
fed by gravitous and inertial raw.
Let me rephrase the question:
when a steppenwolf
battles today's banality,
the admissions office tells him
to fill out an application?
a crawlspace, where the scraps of lines and letters encountered throughout the day are stored as bookmarks for reference and later use
22.9.09
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