Happiness unbound
crowed flies and pink-ribboned stink
sow-like between black leaves
misplaced
In all the world there’s only
space, joyful moon
and morning,
Laughter,
wrecking
ball, seasoning air, seasonal
drear. Without a lifeline, these
teeth tell me nothing.
Fire, bliss, the heights of
malaise unsaid all
in exploding separations
ending, as usual
, in silence stealing through
the streets
[Original Post Date: 06/12/2004]