Thursday, December 27, 2007

dcvi

A purple shirt in the distance. A blue dream.
The green beneath his wings. An orange laugh.

Naked red. He reads for pages and pages
without reading anything except the
darkish figure in his periphery. Yeah

we all do that. (At one point
he stretches a bit too far
into a pair of blue underwear.)


                                              —Sushi in French.