Monday, November 9, 2009

Poem (2003)

Dear D.S. al Coda,

The aversion to the invasion
and the way I find ultraviolence...
Gone awry in its awakening
and I lie, but you blink in science
It's a tracing under going blind
chasing the going seek to find

Answer in the form of a question
engage yourself in conversation
in the quiet desperation.
it's okay to wire my eyes open

after the legends before you
like it's your(e) last place here
a state of late deception
but stricken from the records
of quiet attention.

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