infinity, she said

Sunday, August 31, 2008

we curl up like cats
we curl up like machines that bend and break like brittle bones
this rust has shown its madness, eventually we brown out like dirt on the ground
cats do not love, they, like many others, are replacements for another

underground
like the Tube, avant garde lights winding down and down and down
pinwheels and hair in curls down your spine

11:39 PM