Monday, March 8, 2010

LIKE TEARS

languages and languages
blowing him like the fluff
of a newborn chick
across a widening chasm
funneling like a tornado
reeling on wheels of fire
enlarging across the plains

like an arabesque of mist
electro-shocked on his eyeballs
less than a leaf, a speck,
a smidgen,
like tears
(from the margins of an old notebook)

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