Tuesday, March 31, 2009

it’s not okay to origami your forehead that way and there is everything for you to change


you’re the only one to be there with you the whole way
please introduce yourself
you will be your tour guide
you will change your nametags
everything everyday
until the oxygen thins along with your feathers
and your red uniform vest turns carnation
your spit incandescent

what wind whipped your eyes in that shiny way?
what went past your head those winters

if we shaved the crust of this world
how much dust would encase our beatitudes
how many layers do we conceive as solid things
and convince to melt?

why are questions arbitrary
and how are pumpkins like punctuation?
where can i produce
find a radish and a head of lettuce

remember when you ate that wrench
and rushed off to be your brother

nothing makes senses
senses make things
up all the time
five am
the sunrise
a temporary tattoo
a scratch ticket
a wingspan
and her feathers fade with latitude
first vermillion, then summer

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