A microscopic home.

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

Saturday, January 07, 2006

An apology (or, how to grow in this city)

Victoria your eyes are swollen;
your lips satchels of suggestion.
I calibrate your obsessions in my
congratulate you on your intrigue.

if only our failures would not
subdue us, we could melt into
each other and become
unholy and celestial; impossible.
then Victoria we could cancel these

Oh we are so petulant and
small. if only we could grow
like towers ,
towers on the waterfront of this city -
the birds could fly between us Victoria
and at nights we could stretch to hear the sea.


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