Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Clear, now

The tiered colony, a
weighted ellipse of
cigarette smoke outsides
the rain. the train.
adult paces...
close these shutters

dangerous thought
across the surface, a
will of pipes and glass

the desert is pure because it lacks the sun is pure in distance
the sea is pure because we say,
"Sunlight, rain, all..."
the small home

whiffs of lime
old woods carrying on

animals trained to carve
through slow circles

and your part:

"Where is the ice in all this,

calumny and reification explained
how something is what it is not
the balance of human interest the issuance of human heart

what your mother really means

slow lift in the radiator wash
a bell rings once
and goes ignored.

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