Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Colour in the Asterisk

Unfamiliar scripts mistake another animal,
uncertain next to daylight in the chamber.
Patience scratches underneath the number,
token romance, it paces the compact vein.
The pigeon explodes against a rich cookie,
why question, postscript, the tool?
A beautiful sauce rests near eyesight,
fooling youth, involving excitement,
expires.

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