Wednesday, August 25, 2010

finite and moving

finite and moving

thick bargain
out of mind, with no purpose
straighten her good deeds
hard behind

misfortunate skin welding
in golden burned
to death, to sunshine, to paper
smart to heart
and loud chest

with removed evenings
a song and no home
nervously strikes the match
splattered darkly crawl
we cannot count the steps
as you run from the brutish

the words of many
enliven the mighty
only a touch of false
the ground, her anger, her country
how noisy is the crowd

held fast to one place
the doctor dreams
a story on a piece of scrap
light and bitter pay
a mortal fool
a son’s birth

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