Lost in the shuffle.

Think this one got lost in the shuffle, unless I posted it and forgot. I wrote it the other day. Well. Last week I guess. It makes no sense. *shrugs8

doodle in the face

two hours ago,
the string broke.
previously a tenaciously
frayed red thread
connecting one to the other,
     ((Chinese beliefs, adopted))
two becomes none.

sounds hang in the air
like Maypole ribbons,
twisted [intricate patterns
of illogical words].

((verbally trying
to retrace
dainty skips,
shoeless steps,
clumpy trips))

two hours ago
the ribbons lost
their tether,
dropped liquid
red words
that sank softly-
serruptitiously-
into the cracks.

cracks become breaks
become shatters become
shards become splinters

[lodging silently
in shoeless soles].
9.9.05