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tucked in/to the fat
corners of the table,
flat in the brown
felt
up against will and wall.
(incontinental philosophy)
the scene shifts
against my will and
i am essentially a leading
role / rolled right and
left, languishing, on the table.
(...............)
snooker, they called me and
I smiled and took it,
a line of rebukes opposite me
on a shelf of thunk thought
made by memories made
(a fit of words)
Posted by brandon barr at March 18, 2003 09:32 AM | TrackBack