given that it is morning
certain chores must get done
forget the teeth the spare skin
littering the livingroom's floor
first you must jump the puddledull
sing alive the lights and have a look
at yourself deeply brightly
dark with adjectives the mirror is well
unlock the door kindly beg each deer escape
and one by one spy their fur for stolen brushes
pilfered digging hands you recognize the one you
miss leaping through the plate glass door
as much from the puddlesharp reflecting
what crushes scratch rolls across the AM sky
( unfinished and entombed: from 8/6/2009 )
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