Friday, July 17, 2015

Limp



Interrupted sky.

Failed fingers
catches no
               c            lo         u                 d,
climaxestoosoon.

City body, blinking eyes.
Street creases.
You look tired. You look tired. You look tired.

Humming bell jar.

A pendulum
Swings
          to arrive
Swings
          to depart

A bridge is a
bandage.
Crown of horns
Bleedingcars
                   Bleedingcars
                                       Bleedingcars

I was STRUCK by promise
and now 
I walk 


with a    limp.  

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