The Smoking Mirror
Poetry, Fiction, and whatever else comes to mind
Friday, September 7, 2012
Lay down at the mouth of the Mississippi
for a baptismal burial of stony hymns
lingering on juicy acrid lips
known to the sinful wanderers
and beloved faithful
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