Thursday, February 2, 2012

Le Chéile

1 packet contains the sweetness of 2 teaspoons
ingrained in the afternoon after 4 or more
we were leaving when the sky broke
like an ugly family sitting on a bench
weeping into a box.  At the end of summer
the windows were shining less; the temper
of steel in the trees as it was scraping
the roof or the door.  A sound inside a drawer
Is a nano-version of yourself moving the furniture
around and the walls that never stop
sighing and laughing and quarreling
like pieces of paper with bland stares
holding paper balloons, in confederate
regalia, for the class picture of quiet
achieved total stillness and now is pure time;
a table with lines a laughing disease a flavor of mind.


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