30.5.10

May 30

Hot wind blowing through my open screen rattles the blinds.
Olios spider hiding in the cracks somewhere, carrying sperm.
Idling motor rumbling in my chest and throat.
These days I feel the spill, black plumes seeking the surface.
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  1. Unknown30.5.10

    get out on the highway--and light 'em up!

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