Thursday, November 1, 2012

Rust




I don't mind 
darkness.

No, Plutonian is ideal.

And I prefer the day 
overcast, gray
as Bucharest. 

Yes, 
that is fine with me.

These things
are fine.

These things
are fine with me.

Drear is fine
with me, Romanian eve
is fine.

Unhinged sunlight
is rust in my motor,
a stick in my eye.