A microscopic home.

this is a literary blog. i'm literate so i must have something to say. hopefully.

Wednesday, October 19, 2005

The act of living


dangled lamp light
make circular clouds
of warm haze.

the ceiling is a pockmarked
rectangle.

my eyes,
turned a threatening
shade of green with the new
year, are now
squinted and
only lashes
are left to cover.

these hands have
always been useless.
-

the early morning makes my
frame bitter

and my heart a swollen
failure.
to empty out,

I do not know how.

1 Comments:

Blogger Dave said...

you write faster than I can read.

12:30 AM  

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