Saturday, April 19, 2014

Only the lyrics break my heart.
He takes the brace light out of the gut strings,
comes back again.
The vault of method acting closes shop.

The vault of method acting creases my indifference.
I recollect the single fleck of snow.
What time of daylight does subtraction
overtake the blood moon.

Anymore, monastic theory breaks in
to sweep the hearing instruments
from floor-length dresses.
All of us wear floor-length dresses evermore.

Open mouthed insignia weather the Catskills.
I want to down time to return
to a clandestine length of peace
The rapport with stray life forms and woods.

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