Monday, 12 January 2015

again and again

elemental crossover
elliptical decisions; they
sit still with tempered eyes.
shadows of plaid walking
by the wooden steam and
i am guilty of that same
lit pain. plains of pairing
the capital shiny beats
with his slender language;
the subject changed without

us here.

this will be my last poem

so that i remember. because before melted steel, there was hand-made, better, buttered words. we can decide if new spaces beneath me can qui...