19 November 2008

howie good

a matter of preference
howie good

Wouldn’t you rather
we walk down

avenues of rain
trading verses from Poe

like black roses
and only take

our best memories
with us and the small

butterfly tattoo
on the back of your neck

wouldn’t you rather
the government

forgot our faces
our names and when

we’re faraway
and finally beyond

the boom of waves
wouldn’t you rather

I put my hand
in the flame

between your legs

well I would

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