puppet vultures

I read all day.
By the light of matches
and auras.
Slowly.
paying close attention
to the words that make me nervous.
which is the same as guilty
if you are anything like me.
I circle them.

There is no pattern,
dots to connect,
light to shed.
No letter, no vowel.
No sound, color.
I am afraid of almost everything.

Especially the monsters
admiring laws like french architecture
heads cocked, notes like code on the paper bags
I would rather use as puppets.

So I lit up,
and I ran
I hope you are nothing like me.



10/07