Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Later in the Night

I'm thinking right now
of the disappointment and the way
the world thwarts satisfaction.
Those little dreams of acceptance run wild
through the tiny pipe bones comprising
your skeleton.
I've even witnessed the cleansing of
skeletal others, as well
as my own rubbed bone mobile. 
The idea that jiggles in my sky
is a single motion, like
a single moon, that is jiggling and skipping
across a little river like thing just
as a skipping thing might do. 
The record is scratched, so to speak,
and thus thus thus thus thus.