at dawn i say
this day is not that old
a basic blue black
with a shy smile about to show its teeth
in time for breakfast
dream science explained the night's circus
to the fat man acting skinny
ask the matchstick man
when you see
a monstrosity whose mereness is itself monstrous
or a carton of darkness as empty as sin
but this is a heavy shoe~ you say as you finger the laces
then a group of shoes stand up immediately
all mine apparently
all wearing my apparel
and the same wallet with blood in its smile
on its tongue and on its nose
*
Saturday, March 7, 2009
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