Nay-toothedA Poem by Onoma
Rust downed like bayed menstrual blood--
booming steel walls...a rattling sanitation truck. Housewarming...the 'rough beast' in fetal orbit...nay-toothed in squalor. Whose gummy roar shall presage the audacity of all places, that call forth houses. Konstantinos Mark
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Added on October 9, 2012Last Updated on November 28, 2013 Author
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