Friday, May 26, 2006

ccxvi

gorgeous crocuses.
if I make enough of them
some of them will
become dumb.

even the sterile
campus bleeds its
dawn, a form of
heartache (forgery).

started working it
earlier. indeed, its
circumference was
staggering. smoke

bells. ten words to
jumpstart elocution:
he’s so in love with
okra now. my mood

went downhill. then
we walked up the
fillmore steps to the
jasmine glitches. he

says he’ll drop
out of school. per
haps I should walk
back to my shoes.

but then tomorrow?