Friday, April 2, 2010

Running On Empty

New empty casita mirroring

empty room on Elgin street

long ago…Newton, Mass. …

this time the bare bulbs have

class and wattage electric space

just ’cause the mind’s aware there…

I thought space was a threat…

now it’s all space and the white walls

mirroring luminosity echoing on empty…

I guess we’re all running on fumes…

moiré or less…where we always find

ourselves anyway every time in.

Then, you can only hope the plan works.


“What plan?”


I hear echoing down time.

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