Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Star-Stunned Hollow Drunken Thing

Around and moaning. Everything being too bright. Light in the bag, light in the morning.

Over to a walking, pacing tune.

Dogs heard howling in the night. Stay dim and aware. Truly, truly, crudely drawn things.

Out in the world, things and the enemies of things evaporate.

The universe clings to swimmers’ clothes. Grins scuttle through strings and music strains.

Crumbled seeds. Movement-centered world. In the trees, the sound of windows bending.

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