Thursday, March 25, 2010

How Long Will Epidididymitis Last

wandering thoughts


extends between sheets tired exhausted
My thoughts I wanted to put them in the closet

did not want to go I tried

in the drawer beside the bed was already

full of junk and I let them free in time
Loose Cannons
Pieces of glass shattered
uneven
Thoughts Thoughts Thoughts uncertain
rebels
They breathed the dark night and crossed paths
strangled

In the mist of these days March
clothes the grass in the gardens and new
are consumed slowly
like candles on the tombs paintings
lying in that place without waiting for the time suspended

without fire, without light, without torment

in a beautiful silence

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