Saturday, January 08, 2011

poem: unsaid careening

i went backward in the backwards
store, ascending the spiral

fates, elegant wasteland

of the forty times traveled

past the details left unsaid,

careening by brute force

the simpering fools

lingering in the heart,

lounge lizards on grey rock

salivating the futures

the golden opportunities

gooed in the gooiest of honeys

all your little honeybees

back in the woods

clamoring for a daytime




Blogger Teresa said...

love it! going backwards twice is a double-negative and you are still ascending!

1:29 AM  
Blogger murat11 said...

Teresa: Glad you caught the double-negative.

8:16 PM  

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