Wednesday, June 16, 2010

mcxcviii

Colonel Speedy

It just dawned on me
with big breathy onions.
The clouds put up classifieds
via iPhone seeking rough trade.
It’s the economy, stupid. I get
a big smile. Simon leaves me
these long cute voice mails
in the middle of the night.
It was the Ice Age.
Back when there
was no more
ice.