Friday, October 28, 2011

Vegetable Ivory

The scent of mint
my toes curled under the desk
pure traffic muffles
quaint radiator music
my head the bone
is full of electric gray mush
thinking in word sparks
totally out to lunch
a vocabulary of silence
how remarkable to be a poet
and not trust a single word


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Excellent! Love that last line...

11:19 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

1:22 AM  

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