Monday, March 25, 2013

last night when i thought i was gonna die haha

morose

moonless

musket

mouse-loaded

rifling under the sink in the bags
or bragging of its stealth-annulled motion sensors
to the dark that harbors
the unmoored murderer.

unmurdered,
I mourn
for the morning,
the mouse
censored, too, rues
(and the killer as well
must regret)
rousing me:

all fell still
clipped in the safety
of the wind-barrel (insensate steel)

               
                     ...although Matt
                           saw a bottle.