Friday, January 17, 2014

Bake my head



1st January 2014

#7 Bake my head

Bake my head in an oven of thought
I like the disorientation of evenings
and the gradual prints of bed-sheets,
changing my posture, disturbing
the new year lights of a terrific city,
staying awake like a ribbon in your hair.

They drank too much to walk the road
to their houses or places they thought
they might be staying and then disappointed,
they raise their voices against the
innocent night and its resolutions.
I always hated the loud – brute force
and now even more, so bake my head -
it is disoriented and lacks the stealth
of a cheetah.

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