Friday, January 12, 2007



Look, the sun sets out her silver,
Reminder of a lag in humility.
We forget to prove as well
To one another so
These stubbed toes send their memos:
Notches hurt the same.

Let-downs and tabs, a coat tag for the brain.

Assemble nice some clinging, sense
The garbage bags:
Think how breathing lends the farm
Her gristle, her
Smooth voice of outrage.

Or remember the divide
Of trestle and graffiti, the swag

Of love and proclamations towards defeat:

Destroy the system, tear it down.

How loose the metal looks
Without the light, how suddenly hairy
Has grown this lag in darkness.

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