7 October 2006
nostalgic prince
hesitating on the switch with wall slow onion novae
you hear hammer or knocking or drips tapping traffic
tangled aureole round twin sky reflectors
hot glue guns salute
wake up
your beef swollen arno swirling with manuscripts wants answers
peg your memoirs to dry in the carbon hum of the city that’s sinking
old xylophone
batter your camaraderie strut on your moon bough search
for fruits buried and bubbling with tympani
while your spoon plays
für elise in your cup
bronze plum leaves and wattles bloom parrots their
eddies smoke in bowls brushed by your breath
infarcts of reason
rejoice