Wednesday, June 21, 2006

X=Neon Underbelly

Lights are intermingling with a gray backdrop
neon underbelly
expressing the linear interior that
guides through slowly, slower than just now. Almost a

crawl without the kneecaps or
a mile flown by Zeno

The heavy creak of a let down
neon underbelly
sustains a blind town watching out for a means to suggest a mystery prize

Our self same surfaces in bubbles of
I thought reaching out for a pop

neon underbelly

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