A gaggle
of teenagers
tromping up Spring Street
"You drive a Prius
You're not Jesus Christ!"
My past hangs
a chandelier
above my head
Want to shake it
and watch the dust glitter
Wisdom of a Mad Old Man
Ambition
What of it?
Most just walk down the road
Ask for a glass of beer
We dare not say it
If you doubt your song
stand before the tree of birds
The silverstreak jay
catcalling the blues hum dove
The oboe duck
15 hours ago
1 comment:
Dust turns up often here and to effect, on chandeliers (history?) on bees legs (incidental wealth of raw awareness?). I hope one day you write a fugue about dust.
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