the flowers died, of course they did
for paul blackburn
true sun i look up
i look down
this exciting gesture
is constantly nagging from
my belly.
in air, i look more
like a language
a crushed up bunch
of items displaying
characteristics of
a bunch of items.
superstitions rebound
and slap. i marvel
at all the ingenious plans
that we all have made.
Posted 05/15/09