Wednesday, January 9, 2008

Vibrations in Reverse

the emerald
awning, that's where
you'll find Jules

Anti-semitic sunset,
a typical fire, caressing
the thing in me

that cracks at the sound of
suitcases on wheels.
My philanthropy

will be remembered
as the hours
between seven and nine

when we wore
coats of llama leather,
saw semiotics in the sun.

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