the mayor

for j.t. There is rain tonight, that once fell in patterned rivers starred on edge with covered torches, silver roads, but this cold dirt drinks it, and I sleep tonight with a different name. Each marble was in green mortar mayflies bounce on chipped drywall and the hallway filled with stereos blaring guitars and heavy [...]

Filed under: verse | Posted on April 24th, 1997 by palmer

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