death rides a horse

Sunday, August 30, 2009
Dear Diary,

I am not the east endangered soap,
nor does my window open to

if you place ribbon there between
the tree and lamplight
there is ribbon there

or with a shoe it is the same
for as long as it is not moved
so that there is no shoe or ribbon

call a small moth coiling an art
border or say that you forgot
your boss' daughter's name.

take your soiled trousers in your hands
and shower.
save yourself a trip to somewheres

there are trousers there.

you may might ask me how
i know
but don't

I am sleeping now


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