Jul 13 2010
∞
pipes
squeeze me through to another side
squeeze me through to the end and
past, and when I’ve passed through
black blue yellow
when i’ve passed through the walls
that contain me passed into the past
memories, dulled on the repeat—
you will dull me on the repeat,
past memories
catch me only on the echo
trap me there and hold me in a tin box
keep me holed up like a bit of rage
of winter, memories of summer—
and it’s summer now, squeeze me,
sweaty ball of fury
i squirm through your memory,
immediately,
and when it’s autumn i’ll fall
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