Monday, October 04, 2010

Old Machine: Photo and Drawing

I'm going back
to my wedding house
to watch it
scatter. I fused
so many particles
now breaking away.

An anti-sentimental
I will make, amid
the sentiments of those
who see all things rebirthing.
Never again will the pieces
find each other.

Fourteen days
in rubble,
one door closed,
pretending to be
in the past.