Thursday, October 25, 2012


so then here's the last of this thing,
_____(how heavy this friday sags)
a last chance to say a last thing before this book goes back on its shelf,
speaking its see yah in silence

dear friday afternoon, after six months of monday mid-mornings, followed by a week's respite of sunday afternoon, i have this You now , soft as you are ,
curved :.
_____if there was snow we'd all lie in such a dream of white,

but watch that clock creep its broken jaw across the line -
i am too old for this heavy patience

unslept eyes at a breakface pace

there there then.
there there then.
there there:
the cut on my hand needs its honey.

sweet goodnight

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