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Tuesday, August 12, 2008

op(poseable) exis(tense)

blackbirds 
          hang 
                         like puppets from 
            the (power)(lines)

still praying dead 
on the esca-

                ("later" 
                          "yeah, 
                           see ya")

my shoelaces are 
        (caught) 
in the subtle 
                  under
                        -tones of your v(o)ice

                   still spitting feathers into the wind

i've been here 
         hating 
            waiting 
                changing 
                                           (shape)
 
while my figmented existence    
            cr
                um
        b
                       les
 
yours 
                  just 
                           b(end)s

3 comments:

AsSiLeM said...

why do i picture you at magpie writing this...

Shari said...

damn...

Steven said...

you've gotten better. crumbles and bends