Wednesday, February 9, 2011

No Architecture Can Forget / new poems 2010

Hug and Hum

these hours get late,
the birds of broad daylight are gone
and night smears cold, black acrylics
between the charcoal impressions of trees

here is where i hide
dark thoughts and desperate days,
behind waned moonlight and leaded glass,
in the deep inhale, the slow exhale of tobacco

drunk kiss i keep to myself
from sober stars, the so serious sun
and pull close the hug and hum mumbling
this lullaby of warm red wine to sing me to sleep

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