Monday, April 29, 2013

A Three Part Poem. For Sachen.

I.
Shirts and skins in the park
and the words about your lungs/legs rifle through the yellow hair of a girl, watching.

She may have recognized the noise; no way of knowing.

II.
The spine-curve of the road and me driving it,
seems about right as my lips move your name around.

III.
There are no rules for this.
Ever. 

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