Wednesday, November 07, 2012

a sort of frond thing

love is a sort of frond thing
hanging on to spectral grief

--lisa gordon



slippage and falling.
stamen burst fringes/
the odd twenty in the tank.

give to get or parsed another way
pay it forward or rephrased
love in order to continue loving.

all those me's lined up
waiting for latin lessons.
the soup tonite is

 canned rattlesnakes  from
  the hurricane supply box.
the movie is in french.

savez vous porquoi il n'ya dro?
because your phone still works.
you're welcome

now i'm  a lizard in blue dream.
thanks for the still life moment
i'm not yet ready for discharge

despite that pretty waltz you're playing.
 it slides across the strings
shuffles on the drum, drips thru the bass

 into my veins, a shelter that can
keep us dry in the driving rain but rattles
away when the wind goes deep.




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2:27 PM  

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