Plain American Language

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

Saturday, January 19, 2008

Untitled (Poem 18)

Glasses off, this is like the night, boca arriba, where, as I am about to be pulverized by an array of bullets, I realize my past is not my future, but the present dream I've been having all along.

I can't see a dang thing here, my love. Where did I put my glasses?

1 comment:

Mad Teacher on the Run said...

I think I just sat on them

...sorry :D