Saturday, February 20, 2010

Insight part 123456







Most storms disappear and are later much more forgotten
rather than remembered.
We only reminisce of past loves
or passions, as she puts it.

And then we are empty and quiet alone
with beads emerging from palms
and grease erupting from scalps

until the one minute comes
where the others arrive.
In peels like bananas.


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