Sunday, May 3, 2009

trees are blooming
flowered like leaves
and I walk
the night, smelling
turns of events,
placing every step
with lessened haste,
and remembering
to look up at
the pattern above
me that sheds neither
star nor purpose,
it might be something
to figure with in common
spite and lingual method,
slightly burned out with
abuse and silent enough
that the static rests cordial
within something about
brain synapses and neuro-
tranformers or network
like nodes, little feelers
so some other shit.
the trees are nice though.

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