November 16, 2010

re: txt poem

Crisp red five-point stars cover rain-
darkened porches beneath flat grey sky
The twisting Japanese maple silhouettes
an origami litter

And the bummer of it all The true
mad fallacy of the thing is this
That the old goat is the lasting and
permanent spirit animal we gets

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