Look over your shoulder for the hustle of words.

Saturday, May 16, 2009


Scales fell from Saul's eyes when
he repented his transgressions.
Not for me, the knee-bent
sucking up.

My eyes are scaled over thickly
by my own hand.
The wombs I move in are dark but I see
with the keen eye of a guarded mind

my logic always cocked.

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