a snow of butterflies : texticity

by Tomorrow's Man

June 15, 2006

cutting in lines of poison
arrows flicker on a smoke screen
shot through like the laugh of larry diamond
dogs that boil over
the river and through the woods
to grandmother's house we go
quietly into that good night
sweet prince, it's the knave's turn to be cutting in line,
cutting in lines of poison
arrows

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