Wednesday, February 18, 2009

or how he greeted me

spain earrings
and spain graffiti spotted
i wish i was more
like one girl
or another.
or i wish i had different
"are you perpetually
excited about tobacco?"
he said.
this is what it's like,
going through the same
things, alone.
like parallel lines.
i've written some lousy
poetry lately.
but shakespeare did too.
many sad hearts
out there,
in here.
so many defeats
so many cheats
and easy quits
living for the weekend
and greetings
and african trees
and chilean postage.
glimmers for me.
they come on a very red balloon
tied to a string, or on yellow
umbrellas, for to sing
or on right arms
of a one.

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