A Five Star Minimum
By Adam Gaucher
It seems required, a five star minimum. Where songs simply written amplify through junk- yards housing half-turned gears whose teeth need flossing. In laughter beauty waving smiles crumbles stone wonders. Their pasts broken down against the grain splinters fly. Hair hangs down to hide a human's ugly face, to here we find the end relinquish by means of jagged masses. Written December 11th, 2001 © on Apr 10 2002 10:02 AM PST 10 • 0 • 9
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