Monday, April 30, 2007

Partner Up

Some play on love
when disaster strikes
once and so: the bubble chop,
coins on the floor, a grab at dusk
lit brightly. Bummer cloud,
pop toasted and yanked clean.
Gone are the days of the brass
receptacle. Gone is the concept
of white matte leather.
Gone fishing. Gone breezy
and aching.

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