Saturday, June 01, 2013


Storms the size of grapefruits
speckle the landscape, bringing with them
a spastic havoc to the bossy bottoms.
Cut-off shorts bloom goose-pimpled legs
while heat makes the buildings all wavy
and ecstatic, like dancers in an erotic hut.
I would like nothing more than a cold glass
of blue nectar to clear my head and kink up
the works with a totally grand scheme
that actually plays out the way I envisioned it.
There are movies about days like today,
but I won't go there. I have dreams to go
before I sleep, and all that.


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