Sunday, November 4, 2007

Can U Give A Dog Clonazepam

friend, my brother.


screwed genes
Learning offers its
gestures brother's voice in the rain, dodging low laughter


water meteorites falling from the rooftops. There

that weaves when I look,

invisible to the pulse of what feels close.


Here we breathe the air of lived experience,
with the force that moves
which you feel you are and always will
as,
my brother.

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