Plaid, with eyes

In a fixed economy of twisted metals and bourbon
A tin can of undispersed carbon inflection hovers mid-orb
Picked for freshness, with christened labotomy turban
Pins pointing to cursed rejection site which covers the majority core
In a single lesson, one, two, three
A symbolic gesture of question
Witness protection
For bedbug, tick, and flea
Still builders of curb, doting eyes watch for the next big thing
There is hominy in the gearshift, but the pattern guides right; painless
Our original dream of trinity, a patient father-baby and mother-king
Showing promise to whomever will look; seekers, rearrangers: aimless
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7/16/08

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