Plain American Language

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

Saturday, July 3, 2010

i think i'm making a series...called In Which I Compare Love To

Rolling honey between our fingers, when will this somber walking turn
into what salad greens feel like at their last possible moment--a hook around the corner of your body, and mine?

It sounds as if love were wearing us like untied crocodile shoes, singing
about the ocean, checking its blood pressure with its right, big toe.

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