Monday, October 29, 2007

Folder of Amazing Sweat

Larry Bird calls out for deeper understandings. His nightmare is unfinished and his healing mother is away on business. Chills sprint for ancient clocks. Master, I need deeper understanding. Shapes I saturate stand oily in mush crowds. I long for my semicircle of half whole love. When sunshine cooks small meat, burgers, ribs of angels' children, no one could ever be starving like Larry.