ye odl mud daug
ye old mud daubin whore nit
i don' kno whut i's liek to be
a mayfly - mayflies doan byte
do they?
i don't know what it's like
now they're ever'where
a true thing
settling over us
like clouds
i doan kno whut iss lyke
no
ahdoannohwhais-like
the birds will come for you
so fast, you won't even know
it's them
and
that's that.
"They will tear you apart like
an owl with a mouse and feed
you to their young."
2009-08-01
hornet moon
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