Thursday, July 1, 2010

compost compulsion composed

they're bottling up the coke machines and choking
the alleys with stacks of black
mosquito net. last night attacked me
with a sound like freight trains sitting
still. nevermind the eternal sign.
give bondage.
take freedom.
leave roadsides wet
with rain, drink the darkness, spit
the light, swallow the whole,
in it's entirety.

and never?
take never where it can't go and leave it there
forever.

it's the only way to make the road back.

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