Thursday, October 01, 2009

Poem in process

I have NO idea where this is going, but I can't get these phrases out of my head so I need to put them down and be free of them for a bit.  The first three are the ones I thought of first.  The others I prompted myself for.

Milk the cut
Smuggle the blood
Beard the groove
Douse the frost
Cake over the sick
Oil the blatter
Suck the blessing

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