Friday, October 17, 2003
Michael K
S. Beck
A little white mold on the end of a dark log
it did not belong, this mold
and it pushed its pale toxins through the wood-cracks,
and so it is just that it is gone.
S. Beck
A little white mold on the end of a dark log
it did not belong, this mold
and it pushed its pale toxins through the wood-cracks,
and so it is just that it is gone.
