Friday, April 27, 2007

say to white forty
“you’re leading me on”
say to green lambchop
“all the friends I get start wars”
my concentration an organ playing beard
“ain’t you a funny little thing”
if you have one more secret
“I’m mostly blind now”
shopping cart runs the curb
“crackers in the barracks bunk bed”
even though it whispered to you all along
“look me in the eyes, both”
the city offers bottles who know
“people don’t change”
a day in the country held back by dusk
“not yet, let’s watch a few more ships go by”

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