No one knows where memories go
it's abbra this
at the rabbit show,
the spanish girl was denim stitched
with feeling,
such giving.

All we do is watch the sky
for what is new,
what spins and shines.
Green brothers come with working parts,
like me,
but not me.

This is how
the fire feels
when you have dissolved.
Notice how the water aches
when you've finally burned.

The dancing rabbit kissed her head
and spun around
the tiny shed.
His suit became her skin today,
with elbow grease,
with lotion.

In the streets the banshee screams
but no one hears
a silent ring.
The flooded lake is now the sea
keep walking,
keep drowning.

This is how
the fire feels
when you have dissolved.
Notice how the water aches
when you've finally burned.

There we go again
on that ferris wheel life
that spins with the sun
as God is weilding the knife.

I used to dream in black and white
with hints of hues
and flying kites.
Now the canvas is a wall
that covers,
that smothers.

The tiny denim dress she wore was magic,
was damaged.

05/09/2011