Wednesday, January 17, 2007

Not the Yellow Line


On the stain, destiny, countervailed

Bearing change to receive a holy

Tax deduction, while scrubbers amass

Like clouds of vermin to eradicate

The bubbling, sticky effluvia

From the turnstiles.

Peeking like a walnut or a barb

On the wire, your chainlink squanders

Her winks on the backyard, her

Valance of dog turds, reward everlasting.

The long road is messy, rumble stripped,

Concentric with the marble of fleshrings

Like fat on a grapefruit or hog. And slick,

Youwee, she got it in for you, turnstiles

And all.


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