Propounded imbroglio, sub rosa.

2005-10-30 - 10:50 a.m. Emily Dickinson's bees are all crowned. In the city they look for pockets of sun to warm the roses down inbetween motels and office blocks and churches A downtown villa; the inside jealous of the outside (there's a separation - different kinds of dirt). Worn out carpet Boasting to the furniture about the bygone days laundry and scandal. Its roses are now quite faded. Further on, further down another set of tiny noises someone is stirring. A soft clicking and fizzing of ice cubes in a drink. previous - next LIVEJOURNAL FLICKR MYSPACE