Wednesday, November 02, 2011

audience of one

  peacock feathers flutter
in a corner
cigarette breath from the fan.
move over make it former
stutter, move like panang paran

i do not know if i have it in me
to do this one more time
she told me , my advice-
watch your words 
so i go mute watch your
words, repeated twice.

sometimes it's better to not know
what's coming, you probably can't
change it.


i am disbelief and decadance
a rerouted sphinx perched
atop the palms spray painted
bold and blue.





every thing you said i want i said you  everything wanted



the spider spits a line across a great divide
from  inside a broken doll stroller
a mass of hatchlings boil and bubble
down the leg , scurry out the door
but not as fast i. pandora rocks in her
box, catalogs thumbs up and down
holding on to the evening as long as she dares.



what are you supposed to think
when you read this? memory
is strange puppy.
keep smokin da weed. it will
all make sense in the end
when you've found the eggman
woo. the cat slips out the window


baby girl calls boo DAH
commanding , understanding
soon she will speak to us
in our language, forgetting
 in her excitement all the things
she  already knows. the sweet taste
  of angel tounge
birds, verbing.

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