Grey light
Unfurls Venetian blinded. “Viene, viene la mattina” Limbs rattle, shake, Grind and snake. Muscle ache Give, then take. Lids flicker Thoughts, thicker, Pasty recollections, Dreamy reflections. Images, reduced to memory Sharpen focus. Hocus pocus. Frame after frame. Still, This boiling cinema Reels Between my eyes. 2/11/89
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