Saturday, October 20, 2012

Mica

The eyelid browses down 
like a tunnel wall collapsing 
in a mudslide and all 
the automobiles and spitfire drivers 
slam softly into 
the crucified for slumber’s sake one man 
no other way around this 
brown blur with black in it 
litter of nickels, 
and dimes
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