Saturday, January 3, 2009

quiet cities

shut up in her room, jordi gual goodbye my friends..!!

nothing more,
just ripples of it,
tides, dragging me out
___and puddles of night
___darker than the rest of it,

and the ghosts whose patience
permits them to remain when all is quiet
at the risk of being heard gossiping
(the wind carries their noises a little
___(and the walls ruffle a little

sit in their translucent grievances,
dream a second life out of the first,
a russian doll set of oblivion,

and kick their feet in the blue water of the pool.

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