Tuesday, March 08, 2011

Sweetheart

What is this smooth blur
making the horizon all smudged
with dopamine and glitter?
Something bright is casting
a blinking word from a neon sign.
Lists of past woes fade into the
mechanism of retrieval. They are
burning meat in the swarm of the mighty.
Here we are with the glass table top
full of crayons and built tough stuff.
You might as well get it on with me.

2 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

sweet.

10:43 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

love.

12:47 PM  

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