Thursday, June 10, 2010

45*21

sweet corn is lamenting Spring
the weatherman, drunk in uptown bar
crumbles bits of earth in his hand
He eats wonderful cottage cheese
Someone smiles weak corners of a mouth
teeth come together quietly
quieter than thin rain
We take this train into midnight
and follow a flow
Tall grass growing in a field
conceals a lasting conceit
Out jumps the fox
Sweet are the hours we spend
rattling boats against a pier
Sleep the silent
Grows way above the tassel
Some rough ass farmer eats hamburg
watches a storm roll in
A gingham table cloth explodes
in one gust of wind
An old clock pendulum dines
on an hour's spent time

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