viernes, 1 de abril de 2011

Sand grains



Sand grains




Some people says
We’re just
A common kind
Of virus
That swims
A vapor of the mouth
Above the smallest
Sand grain
Of the desert




I’m not in accord
While sand storms
Blow through
The Milky Way




Because I think
I’m a virus
But of the kind that writes
Poems & computer viruses
And maybe some day
Real viruses & real life