Monday, May 09, 2005

convention and wisdom

are not borne of the same mother
ripping each other's innards
status quo cracking in a pavement narrowing
how many years with a half-full glass
before it's declared empty
quieting eyes shift and dip
misread by convention as
we're always inclined to believe our own lies

a sliver of moon and yucca plants leave
blood on the desert
sandcloud parched transparencies
crawl up a road
limping toward sunrise

--- e b bortz

(published in split w*sky, 2002)

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