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  • Great post, J!

    April 24, 2010
  • Anonymous

    Times It By Seven

    hazard lights winking at an inside joke,
    fords hondas and toyotas from here to
    where and i think i finally get it:

    i loved too much or not enough,
    unwise, unwell, the one-eyed
    ogre with his necklace of skulls

    or the bashful ghost running from
    his shadow. opium-sweet agony
    like a blizzard of hypodermics,

    soul of a grub, rub-a-dub-dub,
    photographs lost in the fire,
    pink barrette, seed of a tooth,

    sick rose, hungry worm, two,
    now one, one, now gone: it
    sounds even worse in dog years.

    How could I get your mailing address? darrell epp darrellepp@hotmail.com

    April 27, 2010

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