Thursday, November 03, 2005

new poem : bundling


what fire in the belly keeps you
keeps your love’s ass against your hips
now that fall’s set in?

so much fills your head you cannot wear a hat
you know you should
otherwise, the wood floors will catch fire,
occasional words rubbing the paneling,
the kitchen table, the Chinese lantern

who left the tuba at your doorstep
when you asked for more air
the living room carrying too much earth,
rocks clustered at every corner

don’t think about putting your shoes away
leave them by the door
with this much going on
you’ll need to plan an escape
and post it on the back of the entry door.

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