February 2009
2 posts
The Imperative I will Never Appear.
Let’s to bed, eye said. Soft & silent
lips remain un-parted.
Let’s rise, Dick replies.
Thinned light
ebbing up
on our horizon.
Go Downtown, simultaneous
frown. To work the day away;
our ultimate misfortune.
sheeted cloud billows descend
upon a quivering
mess. the final column’s
pierce—toward heaven & toss
sundial’s of light across
the impressionist wreckage
of a city.
true lovers kiss, in a way
disaffected by the decay
of time.