Saturday, February 19, 2011


Half-crazy clocks and
defrocked priests flock
together in a manner
not unlike that employed

by feathers in response
to winter's white weather.
(Whether they should
of not's another matter.)

If you know what I
mean, you shouldn't,
given the nature of
my frequently

methodless method of
scarcely knowing myself.

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