Wednesday, November 11, 2009

rewrite

tangled waste,
buoyed beyond the current's lines,
wrapped around an invisible pole,
spinning until
it sinks

a gray rainbow with no
sharp corners,
but imperfect edges
that blend

Nonsensical cohesion.

a multimedia junk pile

until the end,
it spins, it spins, it spins.

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