Saturday, October 27, 2007

Morning After Makeup

This is thought
rushed away leaves
in a gutter
stripes like wounds
of light on your back.
This is the anti love.
They visit each other
and that is where
this morning was birthed.
This is self,
not self,
two for one
while it rains outside your window.

Purify me
proclaim ignorance
After all, it was nothing.