Brian Wilbur
Monday, January 23, 2012
Twin Cities to the Triangle
Mirrored skies, we
cast stars in obverse,
hammered and ordered
a bullshit constellation.
It feels late
so I slip into moonlight,
voyeuristic and bleak.
A 747 shimmers.
A funhouse eye blinks back.
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