Tuesday, August 16, 2005

from Movements of Sincere Banality

restless

like a swishing skirt
I should wear that dress
grey and black stripes

oranges rolling forth from a bin
they thud
softly
hitting the ground

seek and find but never hunt for it
hunting begets hiding
hiding doesn’t need your encouragement

black and grey stripes stick to
the backside of my thighs
when I bend I see you looking

but someone must right the oranges
before they roll off