A Moon Worn As A Shell
A down-on-his-luck jazz pianist wanders through dim alleyways.
Sunday, May 29, 2011
identifying marks
scrawled in cruor,
etched in hide,
riven up the ventral side.
earned in furor,
lost in fear,
balanced as the inner ear.
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