Thursday, March 25, 2010

juanda I'm so tired

a herring picking at what's left of it,
draped like a red velvet theatre
losing sight of a long lost light.
cue the call card to
spar the tamed stars.
the wandering bellboy answers
all the night's questions.
wanders:
what's left worth asking.
before it never thinks again.
think again.

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