bombay dub

i love that you recited your old poems
the last time you called,felt like
history rereading itself.

there's a lot to be said
for a wiped memory,
burnt bridges. cleansing flames


i am soaking my feet
in a footbath from a mutual friend.
funny how foam seems fundamental.

the cats want something
the son wants a dorm
i want to give up promises for lent

supporting a triple play
is a lot harder than it looks.
and there's  no extra pay.

just when one seems drawn
down, another comes into view.
the listing never stops and i have sails to raise.

so use the pumice stone carefully.
pink is refreshing/ shiny is in.
  yeah,  heaven.was where we is.


sighted like a trombone underhum
a dyed in powder river,dust colored power
all over that whitenesses. and elephants. let there be elephants.








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