Saturday, March 28, 2009

I Cried Last Night Because A Banjo Ate Me

rolled gold comes in limousine longing
and rides along the edges of the meadow
where a single siren sits in the center
singing softly to a sad and loathsome


O sleep eater! You
baggy miner of tears,
you caustic sweaty

rolled gold..

you are the harmonica ambulance
who takes up oxygen

you are the vivi
vitamin salesman's

friend frond

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