Tuesday, April 5, 2011

296 - 300

knotted ropes squeak, groan

tiny boat in open seas

and potted plants bloom


shadow my shadow

yr stretched warped on the sidewalk

daytime moon daylight

curiosity

this down hill velocity

a bird flies thru hail


my last breath today

a warm, wordless eulogy

buried in blankets


along sidewalk cracks

worms stretch out long, taut

all vein, heart and guts

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