waiting on the edge of night

December 14, 2006

you’re an 
imagination
my perfect paper crane,
strung up
with beads and
memories.

flying away
home
when winter
is here

sweet redemption
of invisibility
and dancing
and going on

something 
different
than happiness

Osric: A hit,
a very 
palpable 
hit!

conjugations streaming
je suis
(i am)
tu es
(you are)
nous sommes
(we are)

avec moi
mais pas avec moi,
vraiment.

green green greeness
and snow, cleaning 
the house
and finding a note
or a photograph
when 
we were young.

just after
she runs away

what’s important 
?
streetlights, 
maybe

and waiting

i don’t like
the color yellow
or 
having long hair
or
listening to silence

or
drawings with blank faces
when i can’t
see

their eyes.

Hamlet:
Oh God,
I could be bounded
(in a nutshell)
and count
myself king of infinite
s p a c e

were it not
that I have bad
dreams.

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