Sunday, February 6, 2011

head massage

course hair

sand

golden grass pathways

I’m going to go through this

open field

and after the ground gives in

where the sea wins

bursting blue-white-birds

spraying waves

feathers

really timeless movements

ancient letters or

a code

I’m deciphering the

distance between us

running close to the edge of

crazy and dead in a dark place

facing her again above

black and silver schools

clouds of swimming

ghosts

leaves falling

men trimming giant’s

bushes

like a hedge

grind me like a garbage disposal

downing drano-booze

vomit

doom filling my head

the chamber rising over lungs

and city lights reflecting through

splitting cells

shit storms of nothing

raindrops end

under the microscope

evaporating

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