Thursday, August 18, 2005
untitled..again...
a dance of severed red wingsensues on a gray park.
fragments of them
collect at my feet
But the metro aide sweeps them
away in eight-beat.
and the garbage man,
taking his time,
will come to collect
on Sunday yet
a trashbin
of bright ember words.
--chai
(haven't written poetry in a long while. watchatink?)
Posted by inktrip at 6:00 PM
Comments:
the input of the garbace collector and metro aide is quite interesting..
this sounds like a song though.
or maybe i really wouldn't know.. music has evaded me from the start.
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this sounds like a song though.
or maybe i really wouldn't know.. music has evaded me from the start.
