Friday, October 04, 2013

Hallelujah Anyway

I'm going to build something vast and spongy
and invite you in. If you're too busy or distracted
to come in, then I'll just undulate around you politely.
When I pour water on my house it hisses.
I'll paint my monster truck silver and cover the dents
with Bondo and gold leaf. The fog of my breath is a narcotic
and you are putting your face in it. How do you feel now?
I'll bring you out to the garden and show you
the stones I moved around. I'll take you to my forest
with orange dust storms. You like that, don't you?
I can dance around your life better
than anyone you've ever seen do that sort of thing.
I mean: I can really move in a dazzling fashion.
I'm warning you in this poem. I want you to be prepared
and surprised. I want to blow on your candles
and watch them flutter. I'm made of fur and balsam
and you are on my wish list. My machine is warm and sparkling,
so get in my truck, we’re going somewhere fast.


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