Monday, August 24, 2009

Late Cretaceous II


Say the hummingbird's a home wrecker

Spider-cropped or furious

How else to account for

The missing orbs

The white fields of porches

Heather filling the salvage yard


My landlord is dying

The man in love with the idea
Of being loved

Is building an igloo

Sewing morning glory into the seams

Such timing!


The City of God segues into
The half life of urban decay

100,000 years out from the homeland

We're still dreaming

Of a mother tongue or a passport

Something personal

To lush against our skin

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