Saturday, June 30, 2007

static never sleeps*

you can hear,
as of time, to the time,
sixteen miles outside the city--
the smooth human sound.
underneath its wings
with my hands around its neck,
its mouth like a shipwreck.

in a photo that bent,
chasing change from above,
falling in early afternoon--
when i forgot
to come around,
and the wind also fell
and was not surprised.

*Composed by Broken Poem Generator & Babelfish--
tweaked by lowercase lifestyle.

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