Plain American Language

I cut a sliver/of WC William's finger
and placed it inside/my philosophy...

Thursday, January 17, 2008

Too Much Modest Mouse (Poem 14)

Here's the man with teeth like God's shoeshine, he shimmers, glistens, shines. Curly hair that implies the Great Beyond and loops forward in time. Kicks a bit as he sleeps in dreams, punches the pillow, what's comfortable anyway; down his nose slopes greater significance like cans of soup, lovely like chicken broth, what's vegetables anyway; and chomps on his lip, lower lip bleeds a bit, lovely like tomato soup its the metal that makes up time. Here's the man in night-time boots every night glimmer, glisten, shine. Curly hair that signifies greater things, a comfortable kick in his eye.

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