Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Upon the Burning of My Skin



Hot.
Like Hollywood.
No.
Hot like the Mojave,
hot like the rage of the Styx.
Aesthetic? No.
Hot.
Hot like the skin
of an oblivious toad,
dumped in a pot
of a soon-to-be
philosophy.
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