Sept 16 2013

A mort un semaine apres l'Amor


Full cracked spring
of a boarding house bed

your mother had to
have intermediary

or we'd be rude elementaries

animals figuring which way
the wind swang

how to sidestep snakes
or wear their shedded overcoats

as costume for games of grand illusions
happiness, you can't be too

happy here, it illustrates cool sensibilities
but we were two boiling kettles

for each other, it draws attention
but we are not villagers in a city

we are not medievalists in contempore
we are not happy in other circumstance

for we had one, this one
which is enough

and will keep being enough
as now all gaps are interruptions

of me-moebius strips
and you-nunu lips

the recovery must have blared
with a bard's french horn section

within 9 days back to wooden
boarding house bed and the next site

of demolishing replaceables
in some house of plasticine

songs in colour subsets
birds togethered in fired sunsets