Friday, April 28, 2006

neo-taoism corrupted

and my breath is fading, falling into crusty sand flats
where little devourers lie in wait, come hungry to the feast,
wearing their salacious smirks as they make their rows in

audience

1 Comments:

Blogger Crunchy Weta said...

Hi, I am struggling to connect the title to the poem.. Ant clue?
Thanks
Glenn

8:00 PM  

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