Sunday, April 8, 2007

poem 6/30 for napowrimo


as the sweeper sweeps the streets with stale names

so sweet
the curl of my own cursive when johan chugs
fiddle faddle like a mack truck does high octane.
so sweet
is dagwood, leaning on his snooze button in a world of preening sergeants.
so sweet
the pad thai loitering under dimming heat lamps.
so sweet
the fleshlight. with his bass, up, up.
so sweet
the slippery tanning bed, so dank the peanut butter pretzels.
so sweet
the way the shower curtain doesn't make a sound. it's the rings.
so sweet
the dark hearted hamster when it foals.
so sweet
the nickel cadmium and the lithium ion.
so sweet
the neighbor's lexus. watch it self-park.
so sweet
the muffled plumbing.
so sweet
the errant tie dye.
so sweet
the ringing pay phone.
so sweet
the loner dabbling in 'ludes.
so sweet
the settled with their posturepedics.
so sweet
late night paid programming
touting sitting.

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