23 July 2008
clouds 2
curses from
or mere rain
or even beams
onto humans
on islands
below
electrons
sheared
shared
with the licorice sea
creeping
receding
…
or ballooning over the campus golf course lakes
the confessions of a sleepy head like me
spark just a little lightning
phrases, soft phrases
but no matter how many gather
never a drop of meaning