July 24, 2011 § Leave a comment

and I do
and I do and I
have seen the moon eaten
by the man opposite
the busbell. out flew his web
it floated white. I have
a friend I have her shirt; on it, an image of a snake
wrapped around a bear
with a milkshake, under a pine tree
and the whole earth about them
watching. hi, I miss trains
and show identical freckles to strangers. come morning
my nose is leaking into coffee
I can’t hear the headlines for the trombone
the wasps are about. the grass
sheathed, are growing seeds. soon
they will be twice the grass, and
shade the trees
and spit bugs into the house. ‘vrrrrrrr’

an engine, on

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