Jan 26, 2007 02:33
Apollo is here
A bright scratch on a dark leaf.
This is all I saw.
A knife in the sun
Shining like a battery's
Acid on the ground.
Do your ashes grow
With the underwater trees?
Twelve or Twenty-One.
I've fallen in Love
With a black grand piano
Out of tune and struck
Like a wide string
Stretched across the stars and night.
Listen, it trembles.
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