Thursday, March 11, 2010

night meeting

i have built a mountain

says B to A as lightning

or sparks shoot from the

spoon that she uses to

lift food into her mouth

i own many mountains

replies A to B as she splices

together a smile teeth flying

there is a frank exchange of

blows, a kettle drum duet

lot's of people die full of music

screams A into the white light

i will not be one of those people

proclamates B standing

in the exploding room


Anonymous said...

I have been to such a meeting. I still have shards of glass embedded under my fingernails.

Travis said...

ahh, meetings. i wonder if we all die?

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