August 2012 (4)

13 August 2012 at 20:24 (Poems/Poetry) (, , )

turn to one another
with cupped hands
whisper what manuscript reads
be stumped for an answer

complications rose
swirled around clouds of butterflies
braided distance is kept between us
sidewalk of actual lives
space is no good
barely speaks one language
rubs against abashed smiles
burned under peremptory tone

the hell with it
be done with script before
senseless nightmares sit gloomily
inspecting tiny den of fibs
in our dreadlocks (12th August 2012)


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