Wednesday, March 26, 2014


Silence is playing cards
His bluffing face—flawless

Mouths mute
Minded thoughts go putter putter…

Eyes making out with Words
Pens have intercourse with Paper

They scratch each other
Such violence

Chairs crack and pop
Screech here and there—sounds of their hard work

Carpet brushed by their legs
Like pillars they reject hugs from this infinite fiber being

Bodies arose
Arms and Sleeves dance

Sole’s soft pecks to concrete cheeks

Stairs beating rhythmic evacuations.

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