Thursday, September 15, 2011

I want a party like this

With muscle shoals
the strawberry pudding
makes my mouth sore.
I will step up those sugar stairs
and grab onto some shreds of paper
streamers, they are called in the N.E.
Growing into my clothes
so the days pass like ancient things.
I would like incredible words
to come loose in my mouth
and rattle there before a little
dialogue bubble makes the people
panic. The word help on a life
preserver. Bright orange and skyward.

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