10 January 2002
valentine takes sebastian's arrows, the object of concern if not affection. lacking reciprofession of desire
smoking blue label huaxis as i pace between the open
doors of the heated rooms, not ashing in the coffee in the other hand.
and every poet who's ever blown things out of proportion is blowing things out of proportion through me.
there's things to see, and timespace far too inept at repositioning itself,
man too inept at compensating for the deficiencies of creation, things to see yet.
martin barnard out the karaoke machine.
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