Thursday, December 08, 2005

xcviii

he wants me back he says I’m lost I’ve lived
yes it’s the day of the U-Haul truck where
40,000 hearts make their living on eBay
this rain’s drained and blown for 3.65 years

and I wants him back too employed and same
same place gone crazies and feelings for
a Uniball Gel RT med (blue) with light rain
over a love over all of the red running pants

and I’m still in love laughing under a wet flag
so all over the effort of the green jackets
so over it that I don’t know what I feel in a
green jacket-sleeve that’s too long in Cantonese

it’s the oblivion of a rainy April afternoon
and he wants me back under this place where
he’s gone crazy with the spinach or whatever
watching that Pontiac burst open like a sun