Monday, December 13, 2010

mccciv

                                 loins of tongue
                                        —Michael Ruby

I love these Via, don’t you? I hear a song
by Sting at Borders that reminds me of Otto.
Somehow there’s an embarrassing smile
on the face of this pelican. It just read a
poem that made it cry (and there it was,
scoffing in the very middle of it!). He’s

happy to see me learning, I can tell.
You should probably check your tuna,
I think it’s seething. I’m happy, too,
okay? It’s springtime, a lovely Valentine
mood, dinner downtown, looking for
zinc. I base this all on spiraling and

wanted to go home. Darren, pick me
up, type on my computer, and
take a nap. Don’t be a funk
in the barracks. Then walk
dinner off, shopping with
TORMENTED mind,

buy a new knee-length
coat of vulnerability.
(You should probably
check the sauna,
I think it’s teething.)