Monday, May 26, 2008

Däk-Bungalow

I know about the other room.

Daisy-cutter kissing wolf spider sliding
eggs into a cast iron pan.

Except for you, and you.

Good morning, sunshine.

Touch the white of his back, the coldest
parade.

I know halogen blue nipples,

calumet isn’t a city,

the wind doesn’t chime.

3 comments:

Busstogate said...

Yay for my hometown.

Talia Reed said...

This is a real step outside your norm. I like what you're doing.

Charmi said...

Thanks, Talia. I'm reading some very good stuff right now (Stanford) and I bought half an Oxford dictionary ($1) circa 1939 from a pole barn sale over the weekend. They're both inspiring me.