January 26, 2008
human-faced sounds
reverberating fling
off stripped-down tin-can walls
mirrored in
the puddle-faces, cloudy-brown dotting down
an alley way
down deep – a ring
worm neighborhood

woven through a lip-edged
hole a never-dull soul
one of us
who made it through
into full-winged form

and neon-faced graced
the stage

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