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Wahnbriefe 2 by James Printer Friendly

In the cabinets

the groceries are on fire.


They don't melt

or perish though,

or even turn black.

They just sit there

with glowing cold animus

shifting red

and strangely slow

above them.


Sometimes

the flames will form your face,

and other times

mine,

and I stand in the yellow kitchen

barefoot

with cold feet on tile,

staring into an open pantry

Aglow

with memories

that will not cease

or be consumed.


Comments:
Entered By Charlie Mine From Unknown...I'm terrible at geography
2009-04-21 17:16:25

Wow. This is pretty awesome, dude. In ways that have nothing to do with San Francisco omletes.



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