Saturday, August 20, 2011

Traces (3)


The last time
You looked back,

There was nobody
Following you—

Turn back.



If I had a voice
Worth keeping,
I’d give it

All I have.



Waking but not yet
Fully, duly emptying

The last dull traces.


To the Reader

These scribblings

Mock me.


Take Two

Director’s chair’s aslant
On two legs against a wall—

The scene calls
For suspense.

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