Plain American Language

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

Thursday, April 14, 2011

#13: Rain (rain rain rain all day long)

A dance on the garden for three days
rain you are my Rubix cube of night
tell me once again why, on facebook,
your relationship status says single
when my eyes married the sky and
your blackened clouds. I expect,
in the middle of August, you'll
be gone--flightless fox of April.
Let light carry you away moreso than
sour memories of no-fun Sundays; let light
break you apart like exhalations

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