orgami's Diaryland Diary

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Greenbeat moonshadows of cool

blue junk in the tangled scene
the drapery missing on
one jaundiced light
shinning up from the vigil
leaning way out from the pole

take hold here the place
rusting and emerging in one
bulk fuse smelling like old
vinegar

like an unscrewed lid from
the czar's caviar

the sandwashed dreams
like dunes in the mystic
land of hoodoos
shaded noonday black under
brooding cacti plant

misery thumps her broken
foot about the ceiling at
night the voices in her
head transcribing the most
amazing semiphore through
the electrohome remote

and night wound like a
rumpled cloak
like seaweed bends
crippling tangled wood
in greywashed sculptures

I pretend I emote
while the grandstand
readys themselves for
another go

in this deep of night

1:59 a.m. - 2008-12-29

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