Wednesday, March 5, 2014

Repairing roads



6th March 2014

#5 Repairing roads

Reset my forehead,
sequencing my inhibitions
of a daily life, smooth and consistent.
Preventing the mothballs
from turning into flying creatures
hiding behind sweaters,
winter is temporary
and so is my regret.
Repairing roads to nowhere
a busy street stares at the pendulum
waiting for gaps and breathing spaces,
the dogs need to sleep.

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