a friend's poems
going out the book i peeped from sleep with my jellyeye ~jared atherton~
i saw my eyes go blind
i climbed into a chess rook
to lose what i couldn't find
softness made of steel
symphonies of silent time
show us fantasies are real
and the cleanliness of grime
the well of travel had run dry
and all along the hill where once
the sun had gathered strength to pounce
a cream of fog reclined in gray
a curtain for the pensive day
