Bigsley the Oaf

clean world

Posted in Uncategorized by bigsleytheoaf on May 3, 2012

Like dark, like clouds,
Whisper of promise
And a dream of hope.
White skirt, black tie, green field –

Lines and/rigidity, we slender
Folks who stand, we standard
Fools whose mouths flap open invo-lun-tar-i-ly (flaps flapping).

We couldn’t remember the date (the date couldn’t be remembered)
A tremendous uncertainty unwinding its tension
Into minuter, distributed tensions: hand-wringing, rictuses, small laughs.

The day was ruined by the passage of time, only.

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