Saturday, September 26, 2009

The ark.

Alex Katz Woods in Twilight (American 2002)

I've had certain dreams nagging me,
I was waiting for songs

Or words.

I've seen this kind of stubbornness before in broken uprights, clocks
And lawnmowers,

Around them
The grass grows in fences
And dust takes the stairs in the sunlight.

And they defy the struggles that divide.

Everybody loathes the disruption of negative space.
The expertise of balance is lost.

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