7 July 2007
surfactant
gotta remember the taste of life
before it’s gone
like red pencils or fluid in spiders
or the glassy host
then
black lingerie falling from blacker sky
what quirks what scabs
what gospel
choirs all
night that
industrious savant
hatching moods
at a terminus
where one person waits clutching a ticket listening to
unexpected notes of oblivion
eat surefooted boys
eat berries