Tuesday, November 07, 2006

flowered walls
old ballroom glass
lights shimmer
(violently, lovingly, ferociously, lovely)
a thought to its third degree
maintains itself
(the wind tears chill)
old hotels and a river
without politics
waits for the return
of politics
and coffee
a red chair
ambiguous sentiments
and dusk
hold my hand yellow moment
juggling fire outside the window
a crowded afternoon
start again

tanbourines clang like faces
on the mall
organge jumpsuits represent
clang like without faces
corner crimes

how do you feel about squares
with dotted line edges
as if each square
can be punched