Monday, May 30, 2011

Lifestyle

(Memorial Day)
This planet now pills
every star's still sequins
entrails of every flight
bark asylum, loss--
show tasseled claws

Shredding underworlds
serve cold, stale smoke +
streetlight-plastered night.
There's sensing I will die
in driving, airports, absence.

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