November 10, 2006 § Leave a comment

Whatever it is kisses
Brick walls facing fists,
Then the number and the tune –
All the lovers of our youth, Blue.

Then the phone booth empties
& Art records the payback and anti-tongue.

She roars, ah, and expects the sun going,
“How did you find me and remember how to read
the Word on my body?”


A mutter: a given name amongst so many, many happening.

A catnap: that first nervous lick.


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