Sunday, August 11, 2013

Fleshy Wedge

I'd like to get delighted
with you, jacked on the glow
of someone smoking on an airplane.
Fling elbows in the air around the living room
to approximate flying. Make a Vine
of it, and send it out and about.
Whatever we make is out there
in some realm I don't quite
get, I participate. Slow at using a handsaw,
slow at turning a wrench,
slow to appear to be working. At the end of the day,
you are made of all you can't put back.
I want to be able to cheer for someone
as they don't walk to work. Dance fiercely
whenever possible, a fleshy wedge
is good, and reasonable.

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