Thursday, October 7, 2010

Other From a Brother Planet



The bulky feeling of his hands pressing the imaginary elephant in order to be moved himself is unlike falling but there's tilt to it as if the walls are backing away from their shadows in a half stagger half waltz unsure weather they are lovers approaching, or predators or each time freedom was rebuked, called a refuge for incompetence and the good life blamed for evil, at least we accomplished refuge