Monday, January 21, 2013


On crutches, pedaling away. 

the wide sky is elastic like a trampoline, 
and that bottle's a fly in the water. 

to catwalk ragged
calling,
"beacon"?

no,

two white fores
can hold
the rude melting of a wax heart.

yes,
a newspaper
and pupil water.

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