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in perpetuity
The dark road the woman’s voice on the radio strumming us toward unneeded sleep Trees skimming windows you note warm houses astride the shoulder. Car heater a little early in the year green field
No-fault wholly undergiven of sun still the red wheat still black-eyed susans siding one dead opossum marking. Hold your finger here I will tie a bow about it
Your fingernail slips from beneath the ribbon you blow on it for warmth. Recall times of promise [plenty-light] times of dearth [fewer fires] Forever green dust coating glass windshields windows water pitchers left on the porch
Spread thin beneath beneath Beneath a russet sky you told me we’d always be located somewhere Here on the plain forever verging. Now we are verged finality here Your hands no longer empty. You are no person but a quality of light
Taking the wrist of the one I follow drag you toward green show you purple Taking the risk of want You keep throwing your chin at the shoulder like a mongoloid. showing me nothing I say there’s no sun there You pull me close to the ground with a paw shut my eyelids for me and we are waiting. waiting in perpetuity of dusk for some familiar earth to spin
No-fault wholly undergiven of sun still the red wheat still black-eyed susans siding one dead opossum marking. Hold your finger here I will tie a bow about it
Your fingernail slips from beneath the ribbon you blow on it for warmth. Recall times of promise [plenty-light] times of dearth [fewer fires] Forever green dust coating glass windshields windows water pitchers left on the porch
Spread thin beneath beneath Beneath a russet sky you told me we’d always be located somewhere Here on the plain forever verging. Now we are verged finality here Your hands no longer empty. You are no person but a quality of light
Taking the wrist of the one I follow drag you toward green show you purple Taking the risk of want You keep throwing your chin at the shoulder like a mongoloid. showing me nothing I say there’s no sun there You pull me close to the ground with a paw shut my eyelids for me and we are waiting. waiting in perpetuity of dusk for some familiar earth to spin
Posted 11/10/09
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