Friday, January 15, 2010

Skin Tight Morning

In my room there is no panic hour
because the weather fits around me perfectly
my limbs are rich and lacquery
I comb wet stuff into my fur
I am human on paper
I uncover the lens and there
is someone all green and heroic
standing there
with baby blue trim
that look in your eyes
is a poem.

2 Comments:

Blogger joanna said...

Nice. (I wish I were a morning person . . .)

11:39 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Love.

11:43 AM  

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