Friday, May 14, 2010

let us see what the outer world is like--

we force the hatch and pop it open as fresh air wafes through
the stale holding cell of our awareness

eyes shielded until they accustom to sight--

blur devolves to knife-sharp edges in a sudden focus--
there is no wonder--in the smoking crater of this once-neighborhood--
lizards in pants and amoebas in dresses slither--

three have spotted me--oh god--HERE THEY COME....

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