Sunday, April 01, 2007
Monday (Part I)
Monday: you were decked in green,
trudging down the stairs; tap-dancing
(backwards) on the tip of your boots.
Every inch was drowned in a drought
of words. Your eyes against mine; with
another hint of reluctance- looking to
the maculated sky. The clouds
were tessellate: in various shades
of white and grey; auguring rain.
cuRRent...jer ¶ 11:46 pm
Monday: you were decked in green,
trudging down the stairs; tap-dancing
(backwards) on the tip of your boots.
Every inch was drowned in a drought
of words. Your eyes against mine; with
another hint of reluctance- looking to
the maculated sky. The clouds
were tessellate: in various shades
of white and grey; auguring rain.
cuRRent...jer ¶ 11:46 pm
