Sunday, April 21, 2013

When I Lay My Burden Down

Ache exactly where something hurts,
not at the border, or the fringes.
You are made of coffee and sunlight,
among other things. Broadcast your ideas
on the radio into a microphone
that is a paper cup. You live in Brooklyn.
They have surprises here like light
on the water and so many giant church steeples
built by people from another time.
The canal has green water. People look sloppy
on a Sunday. On Bond Street there's toothpaste
on the corner of a dude's mouth. Later on,
you will lay on a table and pay someone to work the kinks out.
The early evening light will dim into
the most magnificent twilight for a moment or two,
and then it will be night.


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