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Syn

PostPosted: Mon Feb 18, 2008 5:48 am
by dks
Syn

tragedy
tastes much like
sour salted pretzel bread
unrolling into the color of kisses—
cherry white
until eagnerness floods them red

love
is lonely supper meat
before whelmed by a gravy tide

dessert is
passion
down the plate
toothsome fruits the deepest yellow

like the surprise assault
of a deliciously prohibited
dream

wake and hope
your piping wishes
stick like chewing gum
to pink burning stars