Saturday, August 1, 2009

the time lights up and then dims.

The things which are dictated
by one or two obligations

pass,
frailly...

the time lights up and then dims.
The mouths, purple,
and uninhibited panting wades
between the low chairs.
And when the gray uncurling rug
bathes over the buildings and cries
we hide.
I moved the wooden wind chimes,
saw the bricks
and the level from a high leap
then crawled back into illusion.

obligation,
number one.

I'll wait
with anticipation
to become frustration
over a world between two walls
with a scary reality of a failing state of
not just us,
but the world too who's not within the walls.
They shouldn't have been so greedy

about the Trout,
or the fire.

The door beeping
is an echoed laugh to all of
the excuses
about festivals elsewhere, and the weather.
When across the street through
the dark glass
Eyes unpeeled decide

choosing organics,
and acoustics.

On the routine crescent stroll
I stopped and turned
like a 360 degree black sheet
where she revealed herself
as something inconceivable.

Where she drugged,
and talked on mute.

and it's like an immobilizing vision
when I think of it.
A deep breath before diving.

no,
not really.

Anyways...
that house doesn't exactly
match the others on this street
and we need to hurry passed

those men,
over there.

No comments:

Post a Comment