i think Damien
could be underwater
between flattened
clamshell sentences
the singing rod falls from
on high
to lay low
the soft and sensual
viewer
the butterfly
is pinned
the thought
in its popular
festive imagery
Goethe
within
Bruegel
Brian Massey
The Hotel California
merging smoothly
with the court of
Weimar
like a library
we keep quiet
in the green room
buds
come into
hobbits
like at Kroger
bean salve
between igloo cake
lunchbox chillers
Rebiab to
Waxahachie
image by Ricardo Mourato
As long as the hobbits don't come into the buds. For some (probably very good) reason the Hotel Weimar grooves me up and down like Jif pnut butter on a commercial.
ReplyDeleteThanx for the poem.
P