Friday, April 19, 2013


When we wake, sometimes I
still see the ground-up dust
of stars and spiderwebs when
I squint my eyes into the light.

Leftover dreams have a way
of complicating the workday.
Broken hearts hang around
for far too long, and people

are beginning to notice.  Don’t
ask for the fax by noon.  And
reports will have to wait until
the tears stop falling, darling.

With all the genius of engineering,
why is so much broken? 
They’re putting up barriers
on the side of the roads.

My teacher told me about
entropy, and I used to see
exploding stars in my sleep.

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