:: 2010 22 January :: 8.30 pm

my tact is shrapnel specific as are my plans to follow through with the thoughts in my head aches to the point of the north, to the point of delirium and quivering, shivering chills reverberate the prevarication I suspend on, what I depend on are the impossible, tight-rope, insurmountable situations with which masked ninjas wouldn't trifle with biblical terms the words are snakes or cages or cages made of snakes slithering with shiny scales we attempt to tip but the weight we press sinks like jagged teeth or bloated ships

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:: 2010 19 January :: 8.18 pm

these teeth are new, fresh kill, untouched
my back is low, a spotted mess now hunched

I'm a growl emitter
I am clan and litter
cackling taunts,
as I hunt my dinner

and riots of laughter ricochet
as we approach the wounded prey

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:: 2010 17 January :: 11.27 am

a resolute metamorphosis
rears the spotted growl
and so bultungin. for now I'll

for the clan, I'll forsake the pack.

but canidae, I will be back.

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:: 2010 16 January :: 10.41 pm

the wolf pack lazes and lags, teeth drag at nipping
chuckle and fowl to puncture, howl. pick and poke at disease and trifle with roadkill, with scraps, with empty carcasses and carrion with a heavy air of

lackluster enthusiasm, nonchalantly abrasive with

a choking air of humidity, fog wrapped around the necks of the highest mountain peaks; with crowns jutting through the smog, smug and spilling lips pulled down as noses turn up and ringlets, the lightest kind curling, turn quickly away from my gaze.

through pupil slits, I'm a gaping wrist of conflict

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:: 2010 12 January :: 10.57 pm

when a mix becomes a solution

my problems are abated at its playing

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