Apr 25 2008

watermelon red

Published by masiogradie at 8:01 pm under Poem

Your painting
with its floating orange promise
now hangs
neatly varnished
minus one coat
of watermelon red.
Be lonely for me
there are angels.
Inside of you
deep white clocks travelling
with two r’s
& without.

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