Wednesday, July 16, 2008

disacticulate

i've become disarticulate
coming apart at my joints
my ability to move
falls
when you aren't touching
my hand
my heart
and i just lay in a pitiful pile
waiting to be swept up
and dumped

1 comment:

jack sender said...

the sound of two birds i don't know about.
this one i know about because i like to do the same thing. at the end of the poem is a blam! a slam and it's over.

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