Tuesday, February 22, 2011


Where are you love? Oh, God
I'll never get back
resting head(?) on blinds in
bathroom funky yellowish
absent white light

lost losing inconceivable answers

everything brittle folded cracker like
in the caring moon of February

Only the buzzing engine
engineered human silence
& subconscious eyelid sleep
the dreams of all different/the same
I hear them stretching
out-- into emptiness

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