Friday, March 18, 2011


We bend to hear the voice of
a grapefruit and like groping
stairs our rights into darkness
diminish.   Be well in soul and
body.   Heads are made to butt
and clutter.   Fail to do for atten-
tion what things have done for
you.   Find your own banana,
hold it gentle and bruiseless
as a swan of infinite glass up-
on a thousand rivers of poop.