25 July 2008


sometimes i make the light shake
the ambient fixture flickering
sometimes i make the light shake
outdoors corner of everyone's eye
they know behind is my lightning
even a sun day they know.
my old robot truck is ruststruck
and mine with lightning.
i go out in cloudbreak
warm in lobo fur and first love
where raspberry canes scrape
under my youngagain transmission
mustard colored body named romance
the lightning bed of it forever
a rumbling nerve. lay down.

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