Tuesday, August 11, 2009

-22˚C

Piled up
heave and hoist
frozen gloves
moss green fluid
surrounding
sidewalks cleaned
traveling from
town to town.

Cigarette smoked
down the hatch
another one.

Rose horizon
slowly replacing
the deep sea blue
as cars begin to
pass and
thoughts stray
to sleeping
on the living
room floor by
the cacti.

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