Thursday, January 08, 2009

sing song la low notes

sweet tie, twinkle like birds' eyes
in a medieval mirror - misshaped
but happy

about the sea side, a gull choking
on cold welsh rarebit

i've just had my hair cut, we've just met.
so i'm not wondering if you'll notice,
but other mischievous thoughts burden

the color of your temper
and the complexion of your breakfast rituals.

haunting me, wishful triangle
or circle sequence and a note
passes from one train car to the next

etched on the dry parts
of a used tea bag.

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