Sunday, February 6, 2011

head massage

course hair


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


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


leaves falling

men trimming giant’s


like a hedge

grind me like a garbage disposal

downing drano-booze


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


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