Saturday, September 25, 2010

Desafinado



her desk smothered by papers
bed sheets crumpled
no milk
the dog waits

elsewhere
people grieve
conspire rape rant
drown in drink

But for a firefly
to spark her hands
fly freely
chasing unbound ideas

the walls should be burnt orange
the music should be Getz
the wine should be gone
and the body in sweat

whatever happened to tomorrow?

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