Monday, October 4, 2010

45*21

you look into the shadow self
and left insensible, laugh
look up into the stables
you combine the horses in your mind
the secret sharer knits black wool
over and over the hobbled together
face of transcendent thought
the shadow character appears
disappears. Seas
I just don't have it in my mind
Clowns.
My little spat with neighbors
you ask yourself why you can't be led back
The bricks are made of kindergarten
Emily Dickinson silhouettes
corn fed cows and low cut jeans
plow it all under
go for a ride
the long strand of thought
drifts off
and amber ease makes the mind to settle

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