Monday, September 14, 2009

oh shit

mahogany no one
hurricane sea sick patterns
terrain enveloped diamond---
           platter spun decoy dissonance resting
on the plateau, infirm in its decay
resting in beds of ferns. ivy. satellites.
wisdom filled in gourds,     mashed sadness
and and, nail guns piercing eyelids
without sound of what was platonic
all the while, settled chorus of disrepair
grasping at the lemon ,,  of perpetual motion

1 comment:

Lia said...

conor conor

beautiful