on

Sitting on the void feeling alive like Elvis in
2049 sitting on the blood of slain dragonflies
listening to the dust buried in the raindrops of yesteryear

 

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3 thoughts on “on

  1. when I talk to you on the telephone
    you seem just a tad rough
    and I think back
    when you asked me to store
    your 327 Chevy V-8 engine
    in my living room
    and you were soft spoken
    and gentle like a kitten
    those silly hairs on your chin
    you told everyone
    that you were growing a beard
    you were never the beard type
    but that crazy friend of yours
    something like “Lucifer”
    he was a real rooster
    they say that he had a conveyor belt
    in his personal undergarments
    a robotic member ready to salute
    was it “Piggley-Wiggley” ?

    anyway… back to you, Sunshine
    Laurie Anderson would never write a poem
    and include “dragonfly blood”
    Good Lord Baby Bird
    you are grammatically correct
    in the unwashed sense
    but the romantic world
    asks for gentleness
    (just think tiny hairs in a rabbit’s ears)
    ****if you live long enough
    we will paint another stag picture
    on the cave wall

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  2. we can throw size outside
    but cleanliness, Baby Bird
    that horse needs all four legs
    just think
    poetry without a skeleton
    pre-fabricated words from Sears
    thoughts that inflict injury
    I miss your tomfoolery
    but most of all
    I miss your willy-nilly
    ****post-Dadaism or not

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