Friday, February 10, 2012

The Center Outside the Center




My attitude toward the object

even the sun

the music lost behind
 
secrecy

The smack of kissing

Wheels perfectly imitating themselves
 
trying desertion at least once in your life

Even though your eyes

 the last to lose

the lighthouse's reflection on the water
 
happy to be missing

Like a boy listening to the telephone talk.

In the snowy nakedness 


making the most of his skin
 
I've stop fumbling for the light switch  

stacked these in a pile and came in.

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