The poetry, stories and intrigues of C.J. Brenner

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Evil Gasps

EVIL GASPS

Drop a cookie in a furnace
And the pilot light flickers
As the day ends
A new soul is formed
That belongs in a
Blessing and a
Certain Loving
Creation
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