The vase falls Making the same Noise, all over. The vase breaks, Not like an egg, Empty, all over. I wonder how I have nothing to say Nothing to disrupt But my chilling Sterilizing pride.
Archive for June, 2007
The frame.
Posted in Poetry on June 28, 2007 | 6 Comments »
That`s it!
Posted in eruptions on June 22, 2007 | 2 Comments »
Over barren ground I stand, my brain cells refusing further noise abuse. I dream of a new device that can mute the whole world and the reinvention of the country (as opposed to rural).
Summers.
Posted in Poetry on June 7, 2007 | 4 Comments »
The field, Conscious of time, like a sundial soothes me by the breeze. I walk, Lights and shades tattooing my skin. I fancy whole silence, A flawless moment to accept That I am made of Abiding matter and Patterns of anxiety. A dread, Over my brain Summer plays Like a can-opener pressing my polite [...]
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