A Pause

The table is dry. That dead clock too. On albums

Are not pictures. Only textures.

I am honest. You are not
the plumber. And this will not hurt.

I lied. I am
fulfillment. Your organs
are organs. Mine are not.

And they fall
......
....
...
.
.
.
.

Yours too. I am
my meter. You are mine.

The parameter is incorrect.

Labels: Cirilo Bautista

Posted by Richard J.A. on Thursday, November 30, 2006 at 7:24:00 PM | Permalink