The Nacreous Oughts

09 February 2012

Hollerith cardsharper
a windowless aria flown
carpal pang Chaldean
in one of the lesser Oz books

to catch the last light
at the top of the steps of the library
most of the town in shadow already

mass graves yawn
the pause extends woefully
our agent from beyond the pale
working out sums on brown wrapping paper
a path in the sky

Tahoma inverted
old flowered calendar
still in December
hellish shift
vere ne estas la okuloj,
liuj estas blindaj,

some crumbs of dried milk fall
sed blindaj estas la koroj,
liuj sidas en la brustoj.

when i tip my coffee a splash

somehow i set it going
without closing the lid

how strange to hear it growling
with the lid still lifted

cheering crowds
wad of kleenex on the floor at the hospital
all the vampires
move west on Mulholland

my silences
as well as my speech


22:46 For indeed it is not the eyes that grow blind, but it is the hearts, which are within the bosoms, that grow blind.
"Free Falling" by Tom Petty


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