exhibit hA Poem by Daniel Atkinsonus or them?observe all the manners of folks: their folds and creases that rust in the sun the lint that gathers in their ears and eyes the way they whistle in july-- it's a parade, right down to the way they sip coffee under a cloud read the paper in the mouth of a whale kiss in the rain at the warped tour, when they make love with the windows open when they drink the mist when the clowns put on wigs and black lipstick. when they swing and spiral. are they an act or an exhibition? © 2011 Daniel AtkinsonAuthor's Note
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