run run!
run we run
outside
to sit clustered but
we are not afraid not even when ushered
into that dark tube darkness lit by phosphorescing
wiggly glowing lampy beams
they are alive!
creatures here
we are submarines
instead of subterraneans
so there is no objection when
slowly things
begin to shift perception until there is
a shady lane and
un fille en biciclete
the familiar half-face
of childhood friendship i walk
through columns of prestige
old oaks old oak
beams
on my floor she is sitting patient
eyes do not work
i try to cut her hair
but i can't.
written 5.4.08
don't know why i never put it up
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