Cold park bench back
looks still broken
Roll up those cricket chirps into
one more fat cigarette
hanging onto her two ashtray shoulders
The plants grow tall here
and the wind grows colder
Every day feels like Tuesday
or a red scarf in the summertime
When the migraine scent of sweaty leather
weighs heavy on my wrist.
The other bench has been empty for years
Not cold, just inconsequential
-geoff.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
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1 comment:
i think the mix of temperature is a really good move
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