not a pretty picture. not a good. not a bad. picture. but an argument.

Monday, February 15, 2016


i had thought i was trying to develop in the self
the tin roof paradigm, a little rust, a lot of pleasure
all of that pinging and patter

when it flashed across the road in spikes and dips
like the line of an EKG, and red too
spontaneous heart exteriorized

red fox, i couldn't sleep
and not because of your mortality, i think
but because of your imperfect tail

how it lashed at me
how truly i failed 
upon first attempt, to love it