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Friday, April 17, 2009

Caught With Your Hand In The Medicine Jar

The palm trees fanning out above
                              & the sun on a wire
              buzzing the eyeballs of Eternity
                                                in short pants

              A throbbing day-glo bomb run
                                                (it took weeks to dump the
                                sand out of my ears)

                              & like the scar of a kiss her lips incarcerate
                                                                my indiscriminate euphoria
                                                riding in on a wave of concrete