March 20, 2010

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This is a site poem I wrote in Richmond Va.

Enter the labyrinth,
Transatlantic psychoanalysis
tiger skin feeds me like dried fruit
the shadow cools in the back yard
if the pod breaks parallel passe
forgive me if I stare
I heard you coming
pryex drinking cups permitted
toasted oats
11 single serving cans
I tried to explain balsamic but a word would have to do
always breath when smoking
drive
the car of the future
back when you were a tadpole and I was a fish
crawling on some Indian shore
thank you for being a part of my life she said
sure, I'll see you there