Feb. 6, 2011


Giraffe tongue makes
A noose around his head
Hung from the rising sun
Until made immortal

He dropped into a white lotus
Butterfly bursting from his eyes in a cloud of sarin gas
Traversing the globe, wings spread
Landing only once, for a moment, on a retarded kid’s head





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