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Specimen Zero

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The kiln has grown cold

Retribute in silence

For the toxic burnings of old

The dusty hard wood floors

Holding aloft sparse furnishings

Ghosts of occupation

What love has time

For archaic beating of heart

What love has the sun

For the Earth

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5 Responses to “Specimen Zero”

  1. purefnevyl Says:
    May 5, 2008 at 1:48 pm

    A dark template for a dark mood today?

  2. stacey Says:
    May 5, 2008 at 2:34 pm

    Good evening Ozy….
    I sense a gothic tone in this poem, love the words you’ve used ;)

  3. ozymandiaz Says:
    May 5, 2008 at 4:04 pm

    Some days all I want to do is
    fuckfuck
    fuck
    fuck
    fuck
    fuck
    fuck
    fuck
    fuck
    fuck
    fuck

    did I mention FUCK?

  4. purefnevyl Says:
    May 6, 2008 at 12:13 am

    That’s every day for me.

  5. ozymandiaz Says:
    May 6, 2008 at 7:05 am

    Not me
    some days I want to fuck AND drink

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