blind

Jan 22, 2010 03:29

a city subdivided into slices
is stacked against the wall
sequentially like an unwrapped deck
marked for your convenience

your hand once levered down a section
to see the light that filtered in
and then the city turned to see
all the light that filtered out

and now I never face that wall
I don't know what to tell them

proof of bad stuff, bad poetry

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