Wednesday, May 5, 2010

i know why you don’t like this house
you know I’ll never leave it
far away
do you know i’m in trouble
best friend
not only because
a mirror
in a line up

of pasts

sensations

as my hands balance

above the fire place

these timbers the valleys

hum
virtual can’t replace unconscious
species has learned hormonal, neural histories
old spectacles of fire and animals
flame which is everything
besides money
which is just survival