Wednesday, February 24, 2010

Overbites and Understandings


my friends go as far as nick-names go.
counting backwards one year from one thousand.

you've made a mess,
i've made ammends.

fourteen facial fractures in seething
yellows and resounding blues.

By Darren Hall
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