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July 04, 2007

Tawrin Baker

Geoffrey Gatza

the high king of wool scarves, beloved professor of tomorrow
was asked if his poetry rhymed by a proletarian dishwasher. how
does anyone answer what their poems do but he didn’t laugh as
I was in my corner of the kitchen. he stopped and placed his tray
on the counter and his hand to his chin beginning a dialog of
things that could be
 
 

Posted by Rock Heals at July 4, 2007 12:07 AM