mumbling to myself aloud, in public. at times it is embarrassing, but it is as it is. I know you're expecting art!
It is here, but interwoven / embedded with cyber residue of life.
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
what a mess
she's dark and digs
dusted with dirt
I am pale and sew trash and renovate the hermitage
darkened with grim
she abounds with energy
and wiggles like one big giggle
I work up to the move
and slide slowly into a tentative smile
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