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April 28, 2005

sniffer of wet earth

the name i got from editor Noel Villaflor and his almost-hysterical text messages....

i wish i really were a sniffer of wet earth,
an almost-liquid non-entity
that feeds on innocent soil;
moist, suddenly corrupted by a scatter

of wilting leaves
and broken twigs
that fall even in mid-noon;
heated. was it not I who called

to them that fall
and plague my bed of coarse dreams?

2 comments:

liyo_denorte said...

ver,
tom will b ur day..

God speed..

patzz said...

i like this. i do. :D

happy birthday ver!