Thursday, March 24, 2011

The Death of a Zoopraxiscope


This is all so very tempting---
especially since I never thought I would be capable of such a massacre
and so effortlessly at that

It was in an arboretum blanketed with uncertainty that you fooled me once
and in a bedroom permeated with the Jackson 5 that you fooled me again
but I was never quite the fan of charms---

So I went out and scrunched my nose and made a list of all the things that were wrong with me
and they amounted to---

and I thought of all the beds you rolled around in
and the bales of hay that must have been deadending into each other---
somewhere

and we would go round and round like this---
like those Strangers on a Train

So all I could do from there---
was fall right into the silhouette---
moving my feet this way and that
until you thought

I had moved
right on


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