Friday, October 17, 2008

Throw your old suit on the fire


when I squint you float on ashes
the burn marks are gone
we used fade cream
as usual a miracle
my darling
I sag in your presence
my ligaments have lost their burnish
you swirl your marvelous hair
a gathering of hoopla
after the pruning
kites were found in the tire treads
we sighed in unison
(you must move out)
before I am forced to put iron filings
in your mutton sauce
walk with me to the gravel pit
look
algae shaped like the face of Jesus

3 comments:

GoGo said...

Happy journeys!!!! Appreciate this poem as well as the entry about the oyesters and the grapes. I heart food. I heart food humor even more. :)

~GoGo

beth coyote said...

Thanks and I leave today, omg

Laura Gamache said...

oh my golly gosh this is a beautiful poem in my happy mouth. My internet is intermittent here in the high country - traveling to India and Nepal with pen and paper and no computer is RAD!!!! (you mad ascetic you!)
xoxooxo, L