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Friday, April 19, 2013

Just Say When

A grip of dreamless blonde sand
& all the indulgences
            wrecked on adrenalin & perfume
                        lit from the inside
                                    like a Japanese movie

As one might summon bare puddles
collapsing into their own reflections
if only to reclaim the relics of a failure you could
never surrender to fevered lips
            stung by salt spray  
                        lifted from the marathon tide

            You need not fear the eskimos
                                    drinking vietnamese coffee
            nor the waterlogged legions
                        of the dead leaving their damp
            footprints on the concrete

            indelible        like the Roman alphabet
                                                tossed like an empty
                                                            from the railing