Wednesday, May 8, 2013

You Know I Can Sleep Anywhere

These parts are no longer important

the secret tiptoes once again

like an intrigued stranger

over the fresh greenery of photographs

never expelling the bright ambient

I never said mother lightly

But the rest of what I have said

has lightly fallen like dander

or blush or the thinking that something will

come out of it

This is also about the couple dinning

alone in a castle which I have said

nothing about.

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