Expressive Excavations
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Mother
The day when
Her disease
Became
An unflinching sunglass
Love-pipes all around her mouth
And I allowed her to be tied in restraint
Darkness fell on the observation-cube
The zigzag lines of scansion
---Keeping life---Still---
The receptionist smiled at my name.
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