Insomnia
2 December 2001
Vol. 1
poetry, prose poem
sheen wind shave my ear so I can hear nothing but your electric tyranny.
Towers of the Loud Blind
i bite pudding—
coming back,
to the hard surfaces,
of my own mouth.
2 December 2001
Vol. 1
poetry, prose poem
sheen wind shave my ear so I can hear nothing but your electric tyranny.
i bite pudding—
coming back,
to the hard surfaces,
of my own mouth.

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