Thursday, December 28, 2006

poem #2, Super Free Shipping

The deal of a century was made
a half an hour ago.
The tables were turned in opposing
directions like a clockwork, a line dance?
I was there to see it all but
lost my lunch to the thief brigade.

How fast was that seagull? Rather, how fast
was the wind it coasted? She once told me
that intro to cell biology
drastically weakens your emotional
fortitude. In practice this, however,
is dramatically true.

Ending on a footnote he stepped
over the door sill into surprising
grass, the softness of which turned
his body into a blossoming ant hill.

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