Father Street
He carry slipblade
Weild it
Up in my jacket
Taking space
Mother CigaretteLiqur
She come up in my face
As she please
From brickcurbknees
Clay/spirit walking down alley evening
Among such thinglass tiling
Thick soles
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
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You need to revise the third stanza and put it in there. It's not complete with out it. Rule of threes and all that.
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Revision is a gag away from death... But yes, I will try.
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