lo, and behold

Stemming from my original mission to create 365 poems. A culmination of years past and days present.


14 August 2005

14: Be Sharp

Poisonous butterflies hopped up on acid
-- that is hate.
it's just a matter of when. in the face of the grim.
covered in sins, a dusting of lewdness.
unapologetic, gall of us each and the other.