Tuesday, September 16, 2008

eternity

an inexactity
this once
for instance

I was driving past
your alleyway
and caught sight
of oilcloth
quite afire

today is this
repeat dream
scaffolded with
resorting to
plus too
replete

last summer
I was awake
the whole time
you were being
birthed to death

and now
this oligarch
this scree
this raunch