a shattered splint
for a broken heart
and raiment tatters
spinning light fixtures
to dulled greys and browns
she wants to be wrong
she wants to be the crazy one
but what happens
when jealousy
and paranoia
is true? a man will be a
man will be a man will
be a man will be a
why
does great art
so often
lie in the palms of
death
?
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Sylvia
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