after the reception

In corners, when the party tent folds, there you’ll find me. I promised. We droned earlier, when spotlights dove into glossed lips and walmart earrings; form show and dance, elegant pathetic – all while we revered one unvoiced howl which brooked no pain, no ten dollar merlot; singular, it blurred me twice a minute – [...]

Filed under: verse | Posted on November 15th, 2005 by palmer

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