And our New Year’s balloons
are starting to wilt,
just like our resolutions.
Last night when I came home
one was already
barely
hanging
by one of its points,
faintly
scratching
the ceiling with a rasping,
moaning little sound…
.
.
L.
Posted in Chronic Anachronism, Inhabitants, Modern Times on January 16, 2010| 3 Comments »
And our New Year’s balloons
are starting to wilt,
just like our resolutions.
Last night when I came home
one was already
barely
hanging
by one of its points,
faintly
scratching
the ceiling with a rasping,
moaning little sound…
.
.
L.
Posted in Modern Times, The Kingdom, Warwifery, tagged tanto vestido blanco on January 5, 2010| Leave a Comment »
We’ve been staring at a starred sky inside our apartment, El Dorado of the mind. The Andy Warholesque poem of the clouds. Herself and the other L reflected repeatedly upon silver helium stars. A personal feast, a banquet of a ceiling.
.
L.
Posted in Modern Times, Sweet lovely Nancy, The Kingdom, Upon a painted ocean, tagged happy new year, lovely restless sailors, snow, Stevens on December 31, 2009| 5 Comments »