Friday, August 20, 2004

1351

Feeling decidedly off
I'm naked among the pigeons and pianos
The haze on the trees
Is baking a radio
The damaged routine
I could rescue with a surfboard
Stares out into the purple earth
As represented by a bowling ball
The expedition to the hole in the earth
Let sun flash off its watch
The giant grasses are naked
But they like their jobs --
To hold still, grow, and breathe