Wednesday, February 10, 2010

there are two lives: one with friendships,
one without, both equally beautiful,
both equally irrelevant. Who needs

other bodies will speak of other bodies,
who speaks of other bodies will need
other bodies, in imagination.

How sad, to eat blue berries
thinking of this, and the rot in the gut,
and horror of the stained white

flickering at the bottom of the bucket.

No comments: