Wednesday, December 2, 2009

45*21

these agents of hypertension
ride bicycles in a museum of slowed time
fossils abrupt a grass tuft
not characteristic of bible thumping rhyme
Django played guitar on a moon vehicle
in an episode of Another World Turns
that baseball just split wide open
inside a hall of mirrors
gives us cataracts
we can't explain this jazz but it squeaks
from the corners into the room
my son doesn't know his own name for a second
then the war machines dial in
oh horned devil of my morning jungle gym
why do you grow grass above your brow
some people have everything they need
and nothing more surprises them
that eggplant fist comes hard down upon the lips
they split like two elevators up and down
and say yes only because you want them too
not just because they know how to say it

No comments: