The discs have been
thrown in the air
and arrange themselves
and repeat themselves
bombarding this score
into a dozen or more
equally unsatisfying cremations
A glimpse of a temple
gave several new designs
for which I never intended
to borrow:
and the whipped up dirt
and broken reels of tape
have multiplied
and piled themselves
upon a stake
When awake,
I grab the shards
of horizon -
or try, anyway.
Jul 1, 2010
Jul 1, 2010 at 7:14 AM UTC
The discs have been
thrown in the air
and arrange themselves
and repeat themselves
bombarding this score
into a dozen or more
equally unsatisfying cremations
A glimpse of a temple
gave several new designs
for which I never intended
to borrow:
and the whipped up dirt
and broken reels of tape
have multiplied
and piled themselves
upon a stake
When awake,
I grab the shards
of horizon -
or try, anyway.
Copyright Josiah Mortimer 2010