Saturday, July 31, 2010

As when, in the thick
Of an illicit
Interaction, there's a click--
It's then that I
Start worrying:
Pulling hanks
From mannequins, appealing to
The outer district's
Most esoteric
Stances like humidity
Refracts a rainbow, raw row
Through a reticule
In whose micro-clime
There's always enough time.

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