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
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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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