5 April 2008
postal
chipmunk bassist, storm ahoy
your straining buoy perorates
the oratory at sea
clings to your horn torn cedars
internal trumpet
ars electronica squeaks and
squorps and rumble, primitive
spring, your pain’s not my pain
I can’t feel
your marks
they’re aggregated
aggravated, moving
mainstreaming
this boat in ink will
sink