Sunday, December 16, 2007

Old Poem 1

I wrote this in response to a poem Bryan sent me a while ago.

For ______

This is where my mirror turned to rotting.
This is where the pussy willow went through my ear holes.
This is where you hung your galoshes and peach-flavored swishers.
This is where my natural disaster struck a chord.
This is where you changed all your weeping to leopard-shaped boxes.
This is where my father spoke like an old man.
This is where I loaded my pipe with grape-colored Doppler.
This is where he kissed me.
This is where I wanted him to kiss me.
This is where our Plexiglass chain fell in bits to the earth.
I will stay.

1 comment:

Alex said...

This is where the pussy willow went through my ear holes.

that is great.

you are good.

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