Thursday, November 17, 2005

Let us go then
certain half-deserted streets
follow muttering restlessness
asking why not
what is is
abandon talking backgrounds
to evolutionary pool’s
milky muck
in and out of cover
during monsoon season
all be it crazy making

oh, soft sided moon
even if that face
on the window pane
faces to the face
I meet daily
In a hundred indecisions

preferring to
I say
let us go then
wiggling out of
assumptive dead-ends
away way from
one more novel reiteration
repeated endlessly
trampled in
a thousand different
furnished rooms
delirium profits

so, pick-ax
the heart of light
and wrought flames
scorched in elegant
what else is there
dieing to attempt
the impossible


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