callous as a hawk
gentle as a pigeon
lusting like a salmon
swimming upstream
resolving differences
within myself
is a cold, stone groove
alchemy, the all- seeing
the nitty gritty
and the shitty mood swings
contemplating nothing
seeing into the distance
the kick into the belly
working its sweet, old magic
Saturday, October 5, 2013
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