Wednesday, September 9, 2009

the Smiths v. Dorian Gray

it's raining and gray outside.
i'm listening to the Smiths
in a poorly-lit living room
and
anticipation mixes with laze.
earlier this morning
i remembered Gainesville.
i read Oscar Wilde
and watched
insomnias unfold.

the metallic click of space heaters

on February nights.
i still recall:
that
fleeting feeling of fleeing

those empty days
and the
siphoning of night.

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