how to play the trumpet point it
into the trees, trees, bags they wave,
we pretend not to exist as they tell their story,
sorry story, diminutive spaghetti
my ears are anointed orange they are lima beans, puddles
puddles in my gutters
telling me every time, every evening even
when the dirt is cool, bland,
I’m shaking. this
is a gumball tree.
(affluent muttering halo.) hello
swan. it scissors in, blasting
that, spit, twit, error. flanked by pterodactyls, picnic tables,
Trumpeteer, cover me with lichen. you cover me.
imp ire
bread island
wet sponge you grow rank at the wheel
of your discoveries.
Tie a tie in
mirror
more
mirror
we whip it up, bursts, we are pirates, primates, squash
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Monday, March 2, 2009
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