Monday, December 5, 2011

3346. I AM DEAD : YOU ARE LIVING YOUR TIMES

I AM DEAD : YOU ARE 
LIVING YOUR TIMES
In talking to a captive audience of
one but one then words stay long
and linger on. I am leaning on a
bookcase in some dead-draft room
made of wood. In my hand is a
bio of Anne Sexton  -  of which
I am paging and read, I page and
read. Ah yes, aimless as anything
else can be. I am dwelling beneath 
a roof with a surfeit of sorrows. The
clock on the lacquered wall, I am
beginning to think, stops running, 
should not run at all.

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