I can never take the angels seriously
slumped in the drunk banana seat
wheeling toward a middle-distance finish
with a storm of chrome and peddling
your feet frenzy the light
as in mirrors, refracted, revealed
light is truly nothing
without the air in your mouth
your lips
and that which baffles beautifully behind you
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
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