Monday, August 1, 2011

Retrograde Valentine

The little pieces of leaves
the dust shards on the floor
what a marvel of concentration
where summer sits eating her feces
her concatenated species
of griefs and goons
while we in our terror
all we can do is shake well
those last steps before
invisibility walks in
the doped autumn sky
the twilight season’s vestibules
with all its carnage
in its arms
 

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