Thursday, January 21, 2010


Nothing to soundtrack my daily adventures.

Nothing to go along with
rubber soled shoes
finding a perfect rhythm
perfect pace.

Every song that has played
so far feels like a cheap suit
two sizes small or large.

Blue Monk off

I pass bye the woman who hides
left eye
in darkness
while right sees the light.

She is the prophetess of furthermore.

Blue spiral bound notebook
contains secret history of her watchful gaze,
written in careful blue ink.

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