tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34764757730363743362024-03-07T19:52:20.382-08:00Cedar Street Shanty Townhwfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06487683110705875482noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476475773036374336.post-54180038506580686832007-02-03T11:51:00.001-08:002007-02-03T11:52:40.755-08:00Bit #2I live in high tree clouds—<br />wander through storm gravestones<br />and fall—the unsuspecting man—<br />dancing the prisms of each door event<br />waiting for winter to end.hwfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06487683110705875482noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476475773036374336.post-46181137173065789912007-01-12T16:07:00.000-08:002007-01-12T16:08:08.790-08:00Bit #1<span style="font-weight:bold;">Bit #1</span><br /><br />I’ve seen myself in many mirrors—<br />trombone movements across<br />another mall’s shopping dance floor—<br />or tight in five o’clock—tight in shaving<br />away the night’s truth for<br />the morning’s glorious sun of promise.<br /><br />Always that shadow lengthens—the horizon of my eyes falling into<br />the last pools of light dancing away in the spinning embrace of a moment.hwfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06487683110705875482noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3476475773036374336.post-59774143956012888312007-01-11T16:13:00.000-08:002007-01-11T16:15:39.126-08:00Destination 5Time is the leaning tower.<br />Lengthening shadows.<br /><br />A word—from falling out of a conversation to<br />history discovering that word’s discarded shell<br />against a failed friendship/the silence of death<br />in the deafening bravado and thunder of war.<br /><br />Time is stretched and released/stretched and released.<br />Hand between atoms. Hair sliding into the valleys of a pillow.<br /><br />Costumes and masks. Purpose for clouds/horizon.<br />Sidewalks in cities when summer is the only gravity<br />that exists between sunset and sunrise. The sound<br />of emotion snagged on window-sills and fridge doors.<br /><br />Time is the vanishing point where roads<br />and railway tracks become mystery/situation<br />between two non-existent/incomprehensible points.hwfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06487683110705875482noreply@blogger.com0