Sonny, Sunday

10Feb09

Oh how do you know what happens when we die?
Brains bubble & cool
on pavement. Mind jerks stretching out—
hardening like a worm.

I just can’t be dreaming
as I walk each morning.

Something about hearing
music when headphones are
forgotten. La de da de de,
La de da de da

I tip-toe across the trash-strewn spine
of frozen stream. Iron railings keep sleepy creatures
from slipping. Drums keep a–pounding rhyth–m
to the brain
… A car whishes past

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