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

Friday, March 18, 2011

nothing



can we have a day of nothing
i will use my table manners and say please
i'll line up my fork, my knife, my spoon
i'll press my napkin at its crease
my chair will be polite
can we have a day of nothing, please
every blunt memory
and every jagged charcoal thought
will be brought against my knee
the snapped in two refuse
will cease
one image only today, please
my knees
as they break the rise of hill
and light breaks there upon me