darkness on the edge of the night drive tunnel
tunnel stardust back into our being
being split grass seeds and milk money wrist watches
watch as it all flows away and on to the first light
light the way for black fringes of cold leather jackets
jackets brough back from the depth of two eyes
eyes that see starlight as porchswings and porchswings as starlings
starlings bursting toward the sea change
change change change change change change
change nothing, feel nothing, change everything, feel nothing
nothing changes nothing, nothing ever does.
does nothing, eat starling, pray light, bathe naked, feel foolish,
embrace your own stupidity and run off with your mistress mysterious.
Friday, July 29, 2011
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