Thursday, September 13, 2007

GUTS

To the men
who run around trees
with their intestines unravelling:

round and round he chases himself
leaving a trail of himself

round and round he chases himself
at every turn he catches himself

large intestines
small intestines

giddy giddy bout
your stomachs hanging out

guts guts
guts and glory

forever and ever
abdomen

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