Tuesday, August 08, 2006

Glass Carpet

On the weave we pray
Every bonnet gets treasured

And so the loom gets her dignity
In the up and up away from hands

On the cover up
We leave the stains

For the next residents to unearth
Like proof of the cosmic joke.

On the walls, maybe some paint
Or ships-in-flight wallpaper

Will get a Granny to commence
Excavating her specials

And sparkle demons dragged
From the 30’s or on a vessel

Bound for the church of a far land.
We know its fake, Granny,

Give it up. Lets get the crunch
Crunch out of the way.

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