January 26, 2009
A zephyr rapped
Harshly, the windowpane
Like a scolding parent
Cicada's thrum
Surged through the doorway:
A mob of of bloodthirsty warriors
Saturating my slumber spell
On a flaccid red couch
In a sun-blistered kitchen
Of squalling rackets
Eggs sputter and cough
In a gaping pan
Tamed by a motherly hand
Wielding a spatula,
As a scepter
Sinister silhouette
On tiles
Like parasites
A swarming flock
Of pigeons
Over a frigid city.
I bit an almond
Like a diamond
Pungent and bitter
Twinge on my tongue
Stench of coffee
Over claret
Morsels of bread
Uncanny paintings
A clamor of baffled music
Entwined rhythms
Trounced by
Superfluous shapes
Of my life.

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