Monday, March 11, 2013

MY HANDS BECOME



MY HANDS BECOME


evident only

in bars


detached

near ashtrays

and shiny things


moving

as night must,


long,

leaving days

grained damp, streaked

with fingered


chance.

(Clicking on photos enlarges them.)

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