Thursday, January 19, 2012

Small Boxes

Positive and negative buildings
The beautiful clouds they spew in the cold.
A blotch of earth.  A wild forsythia.  Yellow.
A factory calmly rises and falls.
It is taken back as soon as it is given
Fortune and favor, hard hats, bubbles
I can feel them still
Are you selling enough product?
Bright spots, with clumps of grey-blue

I am pretending not to notice.
This continues for several hundred pages.
There is a feeling I am walking around
A destructive assault on the mind.
The children want you to go back to the box
Where the toy thoughts are kept.
This is the bitter one
I ordered the silky butter nut!
Your attention drifting back to the sky

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