Tuesday, May 17, 2011

3088. DESTITUTE ARMS

DESTITUTE ARMS
And they fractured all the time,
the rhythms taken from us, the
staccato richness redefined. We
looked for glee, but found nothing
at all. Beneath the lamplight shade,
the cars, the buses, the small yellow
truck - each idling and each as well
for nothing themselves. The best we
can do, finally deciding to do, is
define and select definitions. By
the end of the day, yes, yes, that
is how we capture the world.

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