Silent Etudes

This blog is a mysterious arrangement of merciless logic for a futile purpose. It's a place they turn the lights down low, the jigsaw jazz and the jet fresh flow. A place for the humble, the nimble, the inward and the handmade. A jam session where Django Reinhardt meets Ludwig Wittgenstein while listening to Baden Powell quoting Charlie Parker. A pithy palace of puns and subversions. A place for broken chords and backyard tropes.

Tuesday, October 07, 2008

Morning Coast Line

breast in sweater slope
auburn hair
cut
pointless longing

even black sneaker and white socks
rocks the bock
beer in the frigo
on dainty feet with rolled up pants
on the platform, cold
frozen empty face mask
while the train squeals
cracking morning air
splitting silence

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