Tuesday, August 7, 2012

DONNIE DARKO – ANOTHER MUTATION

Time burns a match
longer than a match
would normally burn.

The oldest ones lean,
breathe, dampen, lose screws.

Once it had parachuted
like a proud waffle.
Darkly wide. A noise had
telescoped noisily,
forming a hole in my
shirt, a larger vivisection
for greater comfort.

The edges of that hole
had since crystallized.

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