Saturday, August 18, 2012

Arguments can be hallucinogenic.


The Blue Man.

 There was a manon the white line,
middle of the street;
clasping his shins,
he made a hemisphere
to cage his pain. 

disfiguring agony;
the pain exploding,
he opened:
a carrier bag in a gust;
I saw a man o the white line,
dead of night;
I'd been in an argument,
the street was taking me
further along.

He was blue
and writhing:
carrier bag in the wind.
I threw my argument into it;
his need was greater
than mine.

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