Friday, January 7, 2011

context vague

paranoiacneurotic
she arose to observe the room
&saw a tremendous shame
such a white, light thing in that
foggy maze
(the poet was drawn)
that toothbrush simply didn't belong there
how could it?
so she moved it.
to her purse
for it was a a less
conspicuous space

it's the weeds growing at my feet
&wherever I lay
the weeds were alluding