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


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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