7/29/09

Sea

epic pointillist
salt burnt against the boat's edge
rowing back and forth

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Ephemeral

like the car sirens as the
spinning light/sound cuts through
the humidity, the daze as I cross the street
unconsciously, just barely missing the screech
of wheels fast-paced as they ride up against
the rubber of new shoes, just missing hot flesh/
tired flesh, it too, ephemeral

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Together

some words, when you say them
like the sound of clogs as you walk up
stylishly architectured wooden floors
that scuffing sound
that choking-as-if-trying-to-escape, persistent sound
to -- like the ball of the foot catching
the sound before the slide and fall-- gether

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