October 3, 2008

like opening a stale bag of chips

this red brick damper
to a pink cloud, fairy
in embryo dancing to explode;
bleeding black death tree
in the foliage, in the flaccid
limb slapping desiccated flakes

scales on moon, crater
glow in slate shadow
maybe, perhaps, illusion -
fall breaks apart
brown land sketched and carved,
scratching sprite eye
irritated by slightest touch.
new color, shelter
beautiful air
oh, for heaven to give back
on earth moment where death
has no hour.

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