Saturday, January 7, 2012

Spokes

The cards of all the world's houses sometimes
flutter and sink around me.
I put them in my bicycle spokes
and jump like rain.

I sometimes know the names
of the spirit I invoke,
but most times, I'm just plain.

1 comment:

  1. Nice. How are you? Happy new year! Wrote something I thought you would like.

    http://caterpillarcafe.blogspot.com/2011/12/poetry-chicken-shit-triangles.html

    May the new year bring with it a relentless flush of words and ideas to fill your pages.

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