Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Boolean Query

their whole-milk lives vacuously
traipsed the
line between
the
sky and sea-

fucked and forgotten,
drifting
whole-
heartedly
in the
night-without-

seams.

moonlight didn't
go anywhere on
a night
like this,

fucked and
forgotten,
it was cloned from crest
to crest to

breasts,
whole-milk-white
breasts

that hung
on the line that
should have
existed between
the sky and
the sea.

pallid, flacid
scales as ripples
of waves

soft-blue-shoe
shuffled
into the night-

without-seams.

fucked
or forgotten.

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