Wednesday, April 20, 2011


Eyes glassy and fragile
Clock ticking, facile dance in rhythmless timing
Head nods
And limbs disagree
An aware moment, sleepless and yawning
Stretch that cavernous sense admission
Take the ticket and toss me toward foreign covers
A foreign town
A stunted frown
Fading then flexing
Clock tocks
I see it
And yet

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