Neck hugging
Bubble reining
Cloth catching
Shining
Cutting
Closing
I make a glass bottle a monarch.
I seal royal lips.
No gossip in my court.
Vagabonds use me to adulterate
their cups of change
in exchange for cigarettes.
Don't throw me away.
Let me rest in the palm of your hand.
A cold pockmark on your skin.
In your dreams I cover you.
A cap armadillo.
Made to be twisted open.
Source: 96dpi
Tuesday, June 02, 2009
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