Not until we are lost do we begin to find ourselves--
Henry David Thoreau

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

4 Short Poems


Speed train, speed train-
empty eyes on a speed train-
wrinkle free clothes-
and dead animals-
on a speed train.

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Sentient beings
We clothed and covered and closed
Held from one another

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Burning vacuous.
You are a paper tiger.
I am not afraid.

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Drag queen mountains
dress in lacy fog.
A costuming.

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