Everything is Down to Earth
My tangerine
has dice dots on it
that's my backache promising
the jolt of nerves
opening a hole
to put all the ceramic
pieces of my spine
into the wind
powdered cords
lips with ignition
fluid all around
the puffy glass
kissing open windows
the air there is pink
and hollow write
checks to dead guys
on my block
eat blueberry jelly
straight from the jar
before kissing you
down to earth
has dice dots on it
that's my backache promising
the jolt of nerves
opening a hole
to put all the ceramic
pieces of my spine
into the wind
powdered cords
lips with ignition
fluid all around
the puffy glass
kissing open windows
the air there is pink
and hollow write
checks to dead guys
on my block
eat blueberry jelly
straight from the jar
before kissing you
down to earth
posted by Todd Colby at 7:54 AM
1 Comments:
Todd:
Dig your poetry, man! I teach with Riccotelli's sister here in KC - funny to see you guys compared on Hirsch's blog. Keep up the bikin' and writin'!
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