Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Bits & Bobs

Oh savage night
your phony eyelashes
barely bat the stars around
& that sad symphony of glitter
doesn't hide the smoke
billowing from trucks, it's futile.
Oh skinny sky, you beseech
me with your mild treble of space & time.
You are confined to physics
like a donkey in a shed.
You lap up the mystery
with your goofy tongue.
Oh goddamn you, night-
you'll get your dawn
and then things
will really change.


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