before i wrote
the corpse
is dreaming
i cd feel
a tremor
slicing thru
the air the
keys were
making little
sounds all
by them
selves &
for the
briefest of
seconds i
had to make
sure death
wasn’t sitting
on the floor
right beside
my chair
telling me
the lines

todd moore | 3216 san pedro ne | albuquerque, nm 87110


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