Wednesday, February 1, 2012

cut-it-up!

the waning floor in the sheen church
brings me ripple relations---HALLELUJAH!
my maggoty shelf fear claws upwards
trying to escape the glossy syntax of the
raring circulation of bioengineering majors

a replacement major, I know that
all their criminal amateur discresion voting
will only serve to test the bungalows
will only worship the awkward engineer priest

there is no grown rectitude
no want to editorialize

only an ingate for all our slimy silt


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