Friday, May 23, 2014

A Dark Mark

For contrast. Perdóneme. 

THAT OLD BALM.

That old balm -- 
Quiet --

No longer soothes
A thing. 

To the rended mind
Space seems better

Than singing -- 
But chaos is aloe

For a baseless wound. 
Thumping

On the bathtub
In the sky --

Such absurdities 
Keep time. 


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