Tuesday, August 15, 2006

cclxxiii

To do something to be
alive put real words on

top of a sofa to live
a minute. Where else

do you want a month
to go without me?

Live until the same
ideas about moving

show up beneath the
cushions with the

spare change. I’m
growing sideburns

drinking a ginger ale.
Calling all clams!

Wait a minute...