Friday, January 8, 2010

the custom concern

confuse yet unconcern

its rain &mexican &im newyork ok.


my love in evening roams off my arm

&into streets or undercovers or

bars to get drunk.


unconcerned.


though i yearn for cheeks red &lips

warm &soft words…


this wind &rain -to wait &dream

is fine to me.

ends &presents &beginnings existing &created &destroyed/laid to

rest at discretion


i am satisfied.

though unfulfilled- i am satisfied.

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