Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Birthday: Iteration One.

IV.

Generally,
most of your hair leaves it (so far),
and, by the time you were true,
it was loved and your eyes fell forth
and you were sloppy about a joint
and I became very poor.

However,
people whom I don't understand
aren’t important at all, because
you can't be ugly on the road’s edge
where you are true in this pursuit.

A butterfly and a moth memorize
life as a potato insect. A bee can
distinguish individual faces.

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