an attempt to tip the scales

losing what i love in a mess of details

Friday, February 25, 2005

railcar, of its pilot

by: open

Eerie and unfamiliar with shingle, I have tilled plains that were once infertile, and cavorted in frocks that previously lacked the structure of jeans.

beneath hands and pages
linguistic voyerism is
without gender
or
new pockets

practice a frame to its nail
out of a room or in through a closet

the door remained ajar

0 Comments:

Post a Comment

<< Home