alexandre arnau

Rookie (9.26.72 -? / new york city)

Something About Nothing - Poem by alexandre arnau

talking my hands
in circles
too wrung out
to burn a straight line



in a cellar
full of old plumbing
the flow goes nowhere
flooding out
to anyone
who'll listen



in this room
with no angles
i burn my head
for the memory
of sensation



a dream
creeps fearfully
in
and plants
a seed



washed out
at my feet
a child




a wonderful thing
she brings



the fragile
enormity



of the
sound



of
waves


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 20, 2005



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