scratch grey scratch | dash-dash-dash (a poem)

Today’s entry.

nobody cross-hatches that way now
it takes too long
for the textures to build
by the time someone can recognize the ground
the plane has already crashed
and the smoke competes with the clouds
to see which can produce the most rain

(5 May 2017)


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