workbench

if I could sit in a planter and grow roots and shoots and sprouts,
I would.


















man in the doorway down the hall

you slow me down
you coagulate my paint spatters
into an image of hope

you balance incongruent junctures
between my inside head
and my outside head
but only for a second
while I imagine your form
silhouetted
and amorphus
expanding and contracting
with each step
in perspective
through sunlit doorways
reflected off a stark expanse
of black vinyl floor tiles










http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fkmNqyUSrFw&feature=related
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