Spreading Bread

Posted on 04.08.11 | Leave a comment

discordant voices
disordered choices
pushing forward
twisting moistness
breaking butter
spreading bread
the ufo inside my head
on my bed in the shed
filled with rusted tools and lead
water dripping from the roof
fuck… i think i chipped a tooth

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