Last Reviewed: Monday, Jun 30, 2008 9:17:27 PM
Another stone tribal move by Songhay System
Your immaculate flesh: illuminated, kneaded by sundry merchants, bold glad-handers became etched — even cremated in glued anuses of Vision ... Could we bridge untruth, & salvage True Lust — as “not seen” on Court T.V.? Your hair, luxuriant wrapped around me (binding the vagrant heart) enslaved map-like purple veins of the divorce lawyer’s writ. Tourniquet-like, your fertile talents bound & gagged, silencing thought: or your camcorder’s silent vows) while the omnipresent video judge administered the verdict depicting situation comedies' last rites THERE like an unloved relic semi-arisen my best part sprung free into freeze-frame: a Still Life … of undying love your legal autopsy failed to cut-off