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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

[VII2311]

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