Friday, February 17, 2012

SEXING LETTUCE

I, a consumptive elephant, cough diphthongs chain.
No broken links. Just heat. Although a hacksaw
levitates above the frost; it's indescribable.
One sees a turtle masticating lettuce on the ottoman.
You can paralyze its ambiguous smirk, with a trepan and
a pinky slid into the gray morass within. Morbid
roast; incontinence of suede. It's your brain, ocularly 
obtruding back.

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