ages are the vertebral burs

ages are the vertebral burs;
the inhalation of original mortar
bricked in words, spend

time! with your words and think
them. instruction from god
and his bone dust and the brick

made of mud and straw
superhuman or anti-human, syllabus
of souls. the rod, the vertebrae
stacked blocks of memory
the forcible forgetting

garrett dawson

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2 comments

  1. Posted 23Jul.09 at 4:03 pm | Permalink

    :Good….but it could be flarfierâ„¢

  2. garrett
    Posted 23Jul.09 at 8:14 pm | Permalink

    no way dooooooood

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