Thursday, May 27, 2010


Disinterested Missive

Like walking into the fog of hairspray.   Walk
into another dimension (too many channels,
20 new posts).

You lie!   I AM thinking of two things at once!
The pre-existing West Coastness of the poet
and the fog.

I am West Coast hairspray fog.
Baked salmon is not a metaphor.
Do you think I can handle that particular choice?

Cleanse (lather, rinse, repeat) only by choice.
I pick the coast of no coast
(this fiction).

Lastly, walk INTO the alarm.   Grab
the bag and bake like a
dead metaphor.