lay out a blanket - bring something to feed the birds

2006-12-02, 10:55 p.m.

Top-heavy leaded sounds meet me here

Water up and out like sliding notes of a song twitching through and through me like snow forcing through cracks of cement –

It was morning and there was a song in my head now it is late and there are crows around mocking the flowers that droop in the alleyways spiraling up up up through the walls of buildings old and cracked –

Water –

Water pulsing pushing out into the air that rests on sills into the purring tires outside onto cheeks still fresh with fleshy redness cheeks that burn deep like the soil grinding its way down to the center of the earth –

Water flows without a stream to stem from without purpose water flows from me and there is a song in my head there is –


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