Saturday, April 16, 2005

untitled, uncounted.

a-gurgling
from the deep seated
need for perfection
in the abdominal
crunch
that was my
moral code.

a-seeping
from the plugged
insistence
of natural birthing
and notions
that eternal bliss
in centripetal moments
cause farce-amour.

did the wisps
of emotion
manage an
outmaneuver
once again?


(hmmm... i have to relieve my just woken up tummy. this is as strange as it gets--or not.)
-pat (http://pat.pixelled.com)

Posted by inktrip at 9:29 AM

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