20081114

like the hole


when the bee and me
fall from grace
the flowers lose their face
and i just make dough
french style
sour and pungent
enticing plumes to
solidify ceramic
in the belly
scrape me scrape me
pollinate and mate me
life is never ending
Fluxed by at

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December 22, 2008 at 12:14 PM

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