05 january 2008

to you unfold is to fold and crease
licking corners, to rip to curl
those chinese finger traps
coming through that
finger trap
all shine and soft and new

and all the world's a stage.
and styx and stones
and
deux ex machina
swing me away

to fireshade, orange and gray
that seeps
and
drips through his small face
howling, swallowing each new moonshine
supermarkets with neon fruits and the old man
"are you my angel,"
and the rest has been said
and deux ex machina
took him away