tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923963305814308874.post1720572954993639084..comments2012-01-18T10:37:05.893-08:00Comments on Dying on the Outside: Why Do We Have Hands?Benny Profanehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08147001300357268552noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923963305814308874.post-11967267585399994192010-05-02T21:46:41.194-07:002010-05-02T21:46:41.194-07:00"We're playing on the Hobo Burial Ground,..."We're playing on the Hobo Burial Ground," chirp the Central Park 8yr olds.marthahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10014088559449475293noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4923963305814308874.post-51733428558638728272010-03-18T18:38:19.679-07:002010-03-18T18:38:19.679-07:00What won’t need
this song coming
from the trees?
...What won’t need <br />this song coming<br />from the trees?<br />How the mountain’s<br />pulmonary gold<br />slowly breathes?<br />Or pulverized air<br />where the truck<br />hits the street?<br />Just the breastbone’s<br />billow as it seethes<br />beneath skin’s sheet.Chris Martinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10411785339442645648noreply@blogger.com