"Unconscious Mutterings #166 On 4/18/06"
- Buck :: took a while, naming his time.
- Harry :: had the time complete; dawn, a
- Play :: filling the seats of horizon, the pink
- Monstrosity :: of a high beam fading the dingy
- Nightclub :: into sorrow. So much to see. So much
- Missing :: The angels of Mercy Street backfire in the dusk,
- Sprout :: halos of feathers in the after-glow. The winsome
- Flavor :: of whiskey settling the bet. My
- Identity :: or yours? You seal the lip.
- Saucy :: or shaken? Your rocks or mines.
* Name what's under the next word; try a ten-line poem subconsciously at La Luna Nina's web.
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