Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Nomen dubium

Fontanella.

If our mouse rides inside a spoon
toward the sky blue loom
whose strings are glass rooms
with escalators inside, then

sleep once more
in its tiny bed behind the door
for the fat friend of the house
has gone out boating.

Fontanella.

If our mouse should broadly grin
then do it again
take another photo
for the album

and remove the flash
for red eyes in renaissance yellows
clamber up inside mellow talking
feather boas.