Sunday, November 15, 2009

untitled homage to Sunday matinées

i watched clocks
unwind
on a Sunday afternoon

- three o'clock -
years
running in circles
and connecting dots
that were never
there, even then, there

are
only so many -
things words can say.
there are
only so many
days we name:

how many sevens does it take?
how many sevens does it take?

innumerable.
choking.
punchlines.

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