Sunday, December 26, 2010

Poem: the dead

Spaniard


livedinCos tame sa

no place to walk

hotredwood

dusty

nolittlestores

Frutasyvegetales

fadinglover

gotfat

noplace

no little bars

crying

Norteamericanosall lookdown


Spain nam e d

nolittlesquareof

felteyes


onmexicanos

conversation


this place

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