Thursday, January 26, 2012

Seven Sentiments

Needle in the grain.

My eyes have mined these reaches,
Vast expanse or a pillow where you lay.

Why mine these eyes for speeches,
My eye is cold and vain (pain).

Secondary plane,
Your in the window
But lesson one again.

These envelopes address themselves,

Who sent and who is sender,
When is too little too late,

Pebbles for your brain.

Exempt.
Exhibit one:
Roses for your pain.

But a cold spell and even darker fortunes
Are sprinkled in your day
Everywhere
  and
Nowhere has figures too.

Tag.

Can't I'm on base.
Impress and what the cat dragged back,
Two meanings again.

And fuck it all to senselessness,
Emphasis the same:

Precedence.

Remember the letter,
Envelope, sender: same.

Seven sediments
See how they lay.

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