Monday, May 26, 2014

She Takes to Her Bed

He remains a modest man with wit.
He window shops relationships.
Not one inch of glass has seemed
transparent. Only the darkened image

of a self left following
her relentless twitching
away from bedtime and beds
in general. He drives a hearty

vehicle into dark alleys,
where signage enumerates
the ordinances broken
by merely sitting still.

He taps messages into
the cloud, he retrieves
a tapping all his own,
and resurrects a noun, a verb.

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