whispering
blue nights
cold pavement
dropped from
a high-rise
and flown

filtering
weakly
in strands
through dyed
filter paper

it falls
down the side
into a gully
where flowing
it slides - -

slid away like an origami boat

(pasted with the used words and dreams
that i felt while i was supposed to be
doing other things so instead of being
what is needed and smart and all of that
i simply let it all drift into the stream
and float away)

and i felt bad about it for a while
before deciding it would have ended anyway

02/04/2007

Posted on 02/04/2007
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