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

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

what substance, any of us?

i know
in the boat of my belly
i am full of tales

wind whips
and i am but a scrap
in motion in the world

tin cans
ribbons, masticated sugar bags
flutter the crows away

the garden grows
into the day of now
for no reason