Wednesday, August 25, 2010
How To Spruce Up Pancakes
A sleepy and docile rain
of warm light wings who are dying
gently dot the suburbs,
gently dot the suburbs.
A thin, soft rain
older than history
skews poorly lit
countless windows of the city
and exhausted network of streets
and suburbs and avenues.
raining.
raining.
And through all auroras
and all ages, and hate
relentless and dull
of disparate geographies and men
in the beating and deranged
huge heart in the world.
Llueve…
Llueve…
Llueve…
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