Tuesday, November 20, 2012

How the rain sounds on a sunny day is nothing like what I have here

They're waiting for you
with the worst pens
a sorrowful dull carcass
bleeds invisibly down one way street
sorrowful to die

my virgin nightmares
are implanted by crooks,

there's steps stepping
toward white
tiled corners--I listen--but

they aren't mine

I walk on my toes.

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