Saturday, May 1, 2010

Joseph the Worker (patron of 8 billion things)

oh, who knew what these muscles

can do? they are formidable fruits,

rotting at their own pace.

those calluses are the deserts

of your hands, the downfall

of your skin when it tries to be

so gentle.

how many fluttering bats

have you swallowed today?

you keep your mouth open

when you sleep, you know.

just let ‘em fly right in.

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