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Monday, June 9th, 2008construction
by Wolfgang Nibori
faces in dust, how water changes everything
a drop, a particle, one at a time
shifting layers to draw names, faces unpainted
as a child on woodbeams i piled tiny mountains
arranging each one as if it mattered
still, to this day i’m tempted sorely to try
try to make some muddle puddy variety using whirls
as opposed to anything permanent and what a laugh!
permanent, hell dust is more permanent than we are
or we are dust, depending upon to whom you listen
lots of people talk but who can connect
straight into those gray ripples bound in bone
your skull, of course, is what i mean
now, one last question before i go
what’s the going price for a work of art
that’s destined to be destroyed by the first downpour?
it’ll all go eventually, building blocks of pyramids
Inspiration: Do Not Wash Me
This poem is for sale.
