Wednesday, April 23, 2008

it sounded like rain this morning
with the sun stalled
behind six or eight
wheels of a galumphing
garbage truck.
braking every two
seconds, one can almost
smell the wet tires
pressing rain into burnt
waffles across an asphalt
belt. something got jammed
in the door and dragged
for three yards before i noticed
a splash of torn
in its rearview mirror –
the fabric of my tattered sleep
.
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