i am imaginary
i get mail
in straight lines
lines are imaginary
you are something else
the stars on wind are there
and the wind flames for a no show
i am imaginary
in a felt hat
or a sombrero
i am a guitar losing hair
fingers fretting
and waves in ropes
lashed to me somehow
imagine me and i am
imagined and multiplied
i am imaginary
imaginary life
shines in imaginary me
her silence
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Monday, April 20, 2009
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