Showing posts with label Lukasa. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lukasa. Show all posts

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

the sea sponge

train bellowing heard from 6th floor vantage
point in the night
when any sound
a signal.


the way lyrics, tidbits from some Los Angeles thought,

seep into this form
cropping up behind eyelids and memory boards
like palm trees in a rural American town,
the type plastic-wrapped in winter

cut too short for summer. irregular
and increasingly common. (these walls porous, an embarassment.)