Snakes – 5/11/09

Time
is the vacuum of persistent traffic
on the midnight-dampened asphalt
and its echoes of dim headlights that
sliver like snakes across the ceiling
echoes that hang down above us
with sharpened fangs
they bite the sleeping


Posted on : Dec 03 2011
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The Universe is an Open Book – 5/3/09

The universe is an open book
Each planet a single atom of parchment
And its pages with their newly-written phrases
Ink still damp to the touch
Creased down the middle
And folded
The universe is symmetrical


Posted on : Dec 03 2011
Posted under Jason's Poetry |