Sunday, April 13, 2008
Sunday, April 06, 2008
spent shells near the columbia
like easter eggs whose candy has flown the coop
clustered on a nest of basalt
lipstick tubes whose missles have sputtered the clay pigeons into dust
chinese handcuffs for one-armed men
periscopes for the stupid attempting to spy on the sky
new-aged icecream push-up pops
litter gathered from a scattershot response to a silent sunday
eggr0ll wrappers married to brass
spent shells along a bankrupt beach whose crabs walked away,
washed away by the sulfur smell and the allure
of floating amidst a haze of misses