October 15, 2010

re: txt poem

Coming-to from a napping of some
kind dreamer’s homeland a reason
was a faint black scribble in the air
in the shape of a fly’s erratica

It is not uncommon to find
the red dust of crushed lady bugs’
wings under the tucked-in covers
near where our feet kick through sleeps

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