Thursday, March 11, 2010

Greenish Silence


Greenish silence sits
upon a greenish bench,
reflecting on the powerful
propensity for featurelessness

which accounts, apparently,
for everything. Strange
to spend eternity in isolation
and in speechlessness.

Ah, well, there’s the bench:
running right and left to no
apparent ends. Perhaps they
could be friends. He wonders

why he bothers wearing his
small greenish briefs. Who
cares how he’s endowed?
It’s not like there’s a crowd.

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