under available light that’s been
ladled onto your room like a slip on a cream-ware pot,
transparent across the floor and bed,
sometime after midnight
a once-foggy man
drops to his knees and confesses:
i am weary of the split i’ve fostered.
mend this. help me mend this. let’s mend this.
and so, he again
unveils
himself to you
a moment too soon.
he never has any unexpressed
thoughts. they are always the same.
he is never updated. he is
a discount store vase — thrown by rote, painted off-hand.
you push, once,
and he falls. the shatter
is almost a relief. you half expected
a soft plop.
when you lean to pick up the pieces,
you find him almost admirable now:
sharper edges. more interesting textures.
that yellow he was before
becomes easier to appreciate
when you can see it against
the red of the
original clay.
put him in a box.
close it tight against the sickly moon.
something inside is dead, or is not.
anything could happen now.
Dark Matter 
January 13th, 2005 at 4:42 am
thank you
January 13th, 2005 at 4:42 am
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January 13th, 2005 at 4:42 am
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January 13th, 2005 at 4:42 am
thank you
January 13th, 2005 at 4:42 am
thank you
January 13th, 2005 at 4:42 am
thank you
January 13th, 2005 at 4:42 am
thank you
January 13th, 2005 at 4:42 am
thank you
January 13th, 2005 at 4:42 am
thank you
January 13th, 2005 at 4:42 am
thank you
January 13th, 2005 at 4:42 am
thank you
January 13th, 2005 at 4:42 am
thank you
January 13th, 2005 at 4:42 am
thank you
January 13th, 2005 at 4:42 am
thank you
January 13th, 2005 at 4:42 am
thank you
January 13th, 2005 at 4:42 am
thank you
January 13th, 2005 at 4:42 am
thank you
January 13th, 2005 at 4:42 am
thank you
January 13th, 2005 at 4:42 am
thank you
January 13th, 2005 at 4:42 am
thank you
January 13th, 2005 at 4:42 am
thank you
January 13th, 2005 at 4:42 am
thank you
January 13th, 2005 at 4:42 am
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January 13th, 2005 at 4:42 am
thank you
January 13th, 2005 at 2:31 am
he is never updated. he is
a discount store vase — thrown by rote, painted off-hand.
it is rare that i quote another poet to compliment a poet, but as I have heard Corrina say, MOTHERFUCKER, WHAT?
translation in this context: wow that’s a power-full metaphor.
January 13th, 2005 at 2:31 am
he is never updated. he is
a discount store vase — thrown by rote, painted off-hand.
it is rare that i quote another poet to compliment a poet, but as I have heard Corrina say, MOTHERFUCKER, WHAT?
translation in this context: wow that’s a power-full metaphor.
January 13th, 2005 at 2:31 am
he is never updated. he is
a discount store vase — thrown by rote, painted off-hand.
it is rare that i quote another poet to compliment a poet, but as I have heard Corrina say, MOTHERFUCKER, WHAT?
translation in this context: wow that’s a power-full metaphor.
January 13th, 2005 at 2:31 am
he is never updated. he is
a discount store vase — thrown by rote, painted off-hand.
it is rare that i quote another poet to compliment a poet, but as I have heard Corrina say, MOTHERFUCKER, WHAT?
translation in this context: wow that’s a power-full metaphor.
January 13th, 2005 at 2:31 am
he is never updated. he is
a discount store vase — thrown by rote, painted off-hand.
it is rare that i quote another poet to compliment a poet, but as I have heard Corrina say, MOTHERFUCKER, WHAT?
translation in this context: wow that’s a power-full metaphor.
January 13th, 2005 at 2:31 am
he is never updated. he is
a discount store vase — thrown by rote, painted off-hand.
it is rare that i quote another poet to compliment a poet, but as I have heard Corrina say, MOTHERFUCKER, WHAT?
translation in this context: wow that’s a power-full metaphor.
January 13th, 2005 at 2:31 am
he is never updated. he is
a discount store vase — thrown by rote, painted off-hand.
it is rare that i quote another poet to compliment a poet, but as I have heard Corrina say, MOTHERFUCKER, WHAT?
translation in this context: wow that’s a power-full metaphor.
January 13th, 2005 at 2:31 am
he is never updated. he is
a discount store vase — thrown by rote, painted off-hand.
it is rare that i quote another poet to compliment a poet, but as I have heard Corrina say, MOTHERFUCKER, WHAT?
translation in this context: wow that’s a power-full metaphor.
January 13th, 2005 at 12:32 am
Great imagery.
January 13th, 2005 at 12:32 am
Great imagery.
January 13th, 2005 at 12:32 am
Great imagery.
January 13th, 2005 at 12:32 am
Great imagery.
January 13th, 2005 at 12:32 am
Great imagery.
January 13th, 2005 at 12:32 am
Great imagery.
January 13th, 2005 at 12:32 am
Great imagery.
January 13th, 2005 at 12:32 am
Great imagery.
January 12th, 2005 at 11:35 pm
::nodding::
I get it.
It’s a beautiful poem.
January 12th, 2005 at 11:35 pm
::nodding::
I get it.
It’s a beautiful poem.
January 12th, 2005 at 11:35 pm
::nodding::
I get it.
It’s a beautiful poem.
January 12th, 2005 at 11:35 pm
::nodding::
I get it.
It’s a beautiful poem.
January 12th, 2005 at 11:35 pm
::nodding::
I get it.
It’s a beautiful poem.
January 12th, 2005 at 11:35 pm
::nodding::
I get it.
It’s a beautiful poem.
January 12th, 2005 at 11:35 pm
::nodding::
I get it.
It’s a beautiful poem.
January 12th, 2005 at 11:35 pm
::nodding::
I get it.
It’s a beautiful poem.