Thursday, January 24, 2008


I heard a pop! fizz! crackle!
The stillness in the static
is like the stillness in the air
between the heavens of a storm.

Skinny boys in screaming tongues
entertain the buying weak.
Unknown error in sector one
cuts off all contacts.

The ragbag has buttons.
Buttons contain thoughts.
Thoughts compromise closure.
- buy me a drink.

Dyed clouds freeze on stairs
canned grumbling from the hut.
Flirt with strangers -
slam the door shut.

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