Monday, November 29, 2010


Blindfolded by permanent markers,
drawling dark black streaks across
your brow- the clouds,

two dimensional and
heavy in my chest, pushing out
and in, simul-at the same time-taneously
pleading to burst forth from angels,

fir tree above the forest looking down
through dense smoke and dancing fire,
instead of from the sinewy organs of man
leering into the heavens-

lovingly and ignorant.

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