sorry bunny

sorry bunny

Monday, September 5, 2011

waiting in the hotel room in Reno. spelled silly. dropped some letters on the ground. hard con. scratchy and miss-graded. there is a leveling here. floor below floor. below flavor. i messed up skilled scared. to the garden. to the passage way. to the lose papers to the middle man. i was horse. i am cowboy. i killed buddha. i killed myself. i killed the president. i killed Zardoz. I made a mystery out of two lips. breathing words so slowly the wind stops time. I unlocked a door. the door opened into another hole. the hole formed two sides. I exhaled and got taken in. blown through. cracked open. free from walls is what a passage way looks like. maybe the illusion of a wall, the negative impression of 3 walls. The fourth lacking in any connotation.

above my head the air glistens in the way only air can. warm and flowing and coming from no where just being air. the air moving the air as if particles were separated and rubbed up against each other with as much friction as two pieces of paper. two differently colored chunks of bark. two names of a feather, flyin' together.

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