Tuesday, June 17, 2008

Outside
today is a good day
for children to practice witchcraft
with twig hairs

Inside
I hear
a goldfish putter
“I love you
we can conquer this
woman to fish”

Remember Mom’s nag
“You really ought to know
if the person you love
is a drunk
or not a drunk”

but I’m not scared
of these cul-de-sacs

1 comment:

jaygoldz said...

this poem reminds me of james