Friday, April 23, 2010

Improv apologies

Compression causes animal noises in the basement
numbers spouting from the mouth
like a fraying corner of carpet
I caught the length of each breath with a yardstick
wedged stories between every inch
and then let them fall through the bottomless measurements
devoured only what my ears could catch.
I'm afraid that when I give myself to you
the only thing left will be the sweat
of a hard day without thinking of you at all.
Can't stop
can't be broken from this sideways binary
that opens it's eye to nothing,
an empty oval compresses into a blind value
Next time
I'll try to keep the zeros out of my eyes.

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