#25

November 19, 2010 § 1 Comment

I feel that you, lovely
Are a subway stuck in suburbs
A sky-scraped skyline
Scraping angled tin roofs
Covered in shavings and making dust

I feel that you, lovely
Are skeleton keys to secret passages
And pencil-lead genius
On hand-stretched canvas
Acrylic lines of wise perception

I feel that you, lovely
Are the ages trapped in hours
A voice that fails to speak
And a soul of silver thunder
Seeking cloud cover for your waters

And I feel that you
Are lovely

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