Ode to Farid
Tuesday, Farid - ill
We lost our transportation
Vomit, sleep, vomit
The Master of Plaster
spackling the walls
creates strong, White hands and legs
the Ceiling is next
Pure as the Driven Snow
painting White over
spikes on the Ceiling are high
as are learning minds
Ode to Lungs
white lung from sanding
reflects the black lungs of coal
the circle of mines
Sincerely,
cklase
c/o Farid, Ellen, Chris, Taylor, Andrew, Tim
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