Friday, December 31, 2010

A blank day of those frozen car fingers gyrating on some hot clock’s breath

By the stood and bossy moonlight of a parked radiance that we could just swath
 some arguments folding under the inside of actually what sustains us
 for some lost ends down around a float off the nearest usable
 bending forever to pick the collectables over these thrown to give it truth
 with some real sweet emblems coloring down around the birds and all their flowers
 being deprived to move the smaller versions of their large grin
 while the roots of styrofoam sofa juice curl in the intimidation of womb flesh. 

--Zack Sternwalker writes and draws.  He has work online at and a blog at

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