green green grass


for caedmon whom–for once in my life—i thought i had met
December 23, 2007, 5:03 am
Filed under: it's just me. you dont have to care.

(It might be

that)

 

when

a painted wall

peels,

on its own,

it gets

rid

of dusts and

cobwebs of

photographs

and

words that

injure

Silence

in its gut.

As when

a tiled floor is

mopped—it takes

away

the stamped

labyrinths

(of,

say,

two pairs of soles.

 

 

Tell me—

if this skin,

against

this flesh,

is scrubbed

off like the paint

on the wall

—will looking

at you

feel

any difference

as one should feel

leaving

without footprints?).

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EMO

Comment by kornpleyk

pweh!

Comment by noshei

EMO pweh!

Comment by jep

mura mag pina cummings..

ikaw na pala ay si.. e.e. jimeno!

Comment by muragcuteperodili

kinsa man ka muragcuteperodili?

Comment by noshei




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