4.21.2004

written/sent to me in
response to something
eye wrote by:some fake name


dear mister felton grimball,
something about waves that i wrote:


spiced desires
of imaginary herbs
apposing the wave
of structured flow
tingel the brain
and burn the skin
with ancient stardust
from a cosmic volume
at the summit of the rainbow
ground zero is unclear
with feet on the dashboard
the hands don't steer
donuts in the parking lot
of my brain's thin skin
guidlines broken, become defined
realistic picture of your design

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