27 February 2013
Watched a still life through a hole, Dark still Red eyes staring wooden frames Baroque or plain
Groveling through the aisles Of a miserable supermarket in the suburbs I dreamt of that girl dreaming golden frames Staring with that maroon eye At my black eye And I dissolved in downtown streets
Everywhere, eyelids ajar Mixed with dust Floater Shadow of me
Soul Ajar • Opuss № I