Monday, August 19, 2013


The pith of dark matter
a wish for an ache to be within it
the arc of a horizon
lips locking in a pendulum
the fraying ends of color beams
an ancient human emptying garbage cans
jewels to tumble from the mouths of chimneys
while he grimace-grins around a clench of pinched tobacco
and puffs the buildings to murk
in torpid sunlight, in his lunar overalls

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