Tuesday 120: Poem
Text within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedImpressions: Park at night
Are the planets always
in a line like that?
Indifferent dogs alone
in the road? Tankless, with
broken bowls? Hmph.
Different forms
of behavior
are fun da men tal
to their nature.
A tiny blond ha
in a bikini
tumbles ha ahh
through the gladiolas,
Ha ha ha titters
at the not blue sky:
Jupiter’s inner envelope and
secret youth.
...
The prettiest ones
pierce their bodies
here and there. I want
to be a tree. I want corollas
in a thunderstorm
to lay me down
in the big bed.
A freezing
west wind clears air,
breath,
breath,
combs my hair
under sudden sunlit yawning.