"Since all these things will be dissolved, what manner of persons ought you to be?"

Tuesday, January 24, 2012


I ride around the carousel,
and watch your faces blurring,
like your spaces in my mind are
stirring in within your smiles
and your frowns; and while I spin and
spin I cannot pin the traces
of your essence down in
place, like foggy
photos in my bedside drawer. copies
taken in our groggy haste to
paste the image in our minds.