miércoles, 6 de abril de 2011


While the knots of 5 rubber throats are calling to me

my life rushed forward like a piston

forceful, unerring.

Time surges me before it


the wash of comfort

as I get down

into the heart’s even tempo:

the world recedes

twinkling lights and city echoes

fading back

leaving me in warmth

of the emptiness

around me.

My hands are lead

eyelids sliding down

and in the background

the insistent scrape

of a soupspoon

digging my grave.

~ for Shannon

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