Sunday, February 20, 2011

Space Is Only Space

for Sandra

the robin’s fidget
& the metal weight

a subject lost

in HTML and glitter

also the stale taste
inside your mouth

this new morning lost
in so many others

picture the man alight
with electricity lines

across his face
the ghost appears


& we build our ghost towns
around parking lots

our mouths stuffed
with rubber & moth dust


Benjamin Bourlier said...

I've been meaning to speak more evocatively of the mouth...

these are lovely.

sandrasimonds said...

I know this is so lovely.