2004-05-05 - 8:33 p.m.
the moon gave the earth mouth to mouth rescuscitation
the world ended casually several times
my left arm can be filed under noticeable
built to withstand the storms of noise
the hesitation exhibited by the wind in its singing caught my notice, a staggerstep eye clinger, the flicker of a small bird turning on and off the television world
soft like death: marvelous roses of fire in the quiet, low smoke singed washingmachine bullets of time that might graze me if I am looking, a smell of plane tickets.
I'll be in the eyes and fingers, I'll be holding the melodromatic eyelids apart long enough to shudder and cry tears of loss as I watch parts of the world die. I'll sob and shudder forward, letting pieces fall off to keep the heart alive.
