Thursday, January 30, 2003

89

COLORED SHELLS

I wanted you to stay
The way you were at the side
Of the water so I covered
You I covered you I covered
You itoyy hfoowe uua t

But now I ride a destroyer
Smoking like cast-iron comix
Raspberry tears the snow
Photographers and their ids
Sit and listen to a crow

You are lovely as a crucifix
Of purple and orange bone
Resting plainly like a tear
Between sweet vicious breast
Then also on the bed table

How can we go upstairs
When we're sitting in pillow
The world is made of t-shirt
A wish is the accident tank
It feels good to be flimsy