Tuesday, January 27, 2015


I've crawled
just for knuckles,

Gathered a uniform
to outfit the crevices of young lung-legs

Hung around carrying cake,
no fork.

Then, a sick-dry
the old California shrub

Widowed some plexiglas stuff,
made a blue that just looks at you.

O fake Venus of Palo Alto!

He gave me a beautiful old car,
Said never, ever for driving.

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