Wednesday, April 19, 2006

Rites Of Spring



For Tracey.

2 comments:

krissy said...

They're dying he said. It's your fault and I am not lying.

Yesterday a student spit on me. I am a biggot and I am not lying.

Send me some orchids or lilies at my funeral. Play some song about spring and never let them know all that I washed out of my clothes.

Today it is raining. There is dirt on the street that got washed down to the tennis courts, under the bushes where no one sees it. Some random sniffing dog maybe.

They washed their feet by God. Hope that they are paid more, hope that they are not exploited for their torment, like Jesus.

No, they hope that next year they can have the best dress for Easter service.

This is no empty box, we are filling it with cold flowers and washed out fanaticism.

-krissy

Clay Blancett said...

I still want my monkey shoes!