PLEASE HELP BLUE PRESS STAY AFLOAT

Monday, March 7, 2011

Every Single Song

Waking slowly
disoriented
but calm
              whatever these imaginary qualities possess
propensities
                              too many levels of reality to scroll through
never enough

              The eastern sky lit up with the death of winter

& paved with clouds

              like a parking lot I remember near the beach
                                                                              in Playa del Rey
                                                a million years ago