Friday, April 16, 2010

where the blind lose all evidence of triangles
lightheaded businessmen walk
in constant sneakers treading on the rhythm
of the rhythm of the rhythm of the rhythm.

while I climbed a weeping willow
covered in hot rain & little paper dragons.

oh you have so little color
in your movements how
the shopwindows steal
your whole frame & face
while you are looking at looking at looking at.

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