13 September 2009

13 de septiembre

another poem. this one is one of the shortest i've ever written.

sometimes i dream in black and white
like those old silent films that mean something to someone
and i forget that sound is a thump of the foot
and an unspoken word, too, if you let it.
it’s all in the eyes and a little in the shoulders
and maybe somewhere that means something to
someone but here and now it just means
i can’t hear myself think



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