Monday, January 27, 2014


busted,
flicker of streetlight
three pm strobe you full gait stride through
(my thousand camera flashes, my
lightning storm alive)
every finger a match letting her hair down
teeth of our knees hidden forever
bass of boots add bad weather laughter
butter-side down on a bare knee
cold
difficult
neglectful in compass
so our aimless grows a grin,

some wings




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