Saturday 3/19/2011 01:19:00 AM

the broken dogs bark. as fierce as the silence that surrounds them. blind curs looking in on paradise. patient. as they wait. for the world to end. candy houses close to the vein. and the heavy bricks that insist the choice. after we've been through all those pages.

the siren. like a warm bath of lye. dissolving. the barriers between. time and taste. raindrops on the glass. searching for another place. a reason that isn't there.

rain and wind playing with the threads. as she dutifully darns those holes. it's the repetition that comforts her. as her icicles begin to melt.

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