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

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
to empty out,

I do not know how.


Blogger Dave said...

you write faster than I can read.

12:30 a.m.  

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