Friday, October 07, 2005

Flat Briss

The screens fall to reveal looms. I would have used a loom, silent act of calling. Dapper winds. The glass would shatter but hold its shape.

This is about Shabbat; tonight we're going to finish. Brad, I bet your skull is perfect. Dip into light, Glass--take control of your coffin.

1 Comments:

Blogger Carton Tragedy said...

i'm honoured to possess a skull which fits your poem adeptly.

keeponfrockininthefeelworld

10:37 PM  

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