Sunday, November 23, 2008

Cycle 2

How do you
manage

the
fly
paper
dangling just
behind your cerebellum
there
in the blind spot
around
everything you already know:

dark corners hold no secrets.
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1 comment:

Lorne Roberts said...

this is a freakin' awesome poem.

12:48 a.m.

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