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Friday, November 01, 2013

PMS turns me into that dude in American Beauty

I saw a flock of birds swooping through the air,
a pair of balloons pirouetting in a pas de deux.

I cried.
Then stopped.

Comforted when I heard the wind combing through its lover's hair.

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

After Art's Fragmented Memory


Dead bird, bare tree.
Skull, ashtray, and gun to head.
White flower, wooden chair.
Empty landscape, color-bled.
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