Friday, October 9, 2009

the apple pie tastes of sand

so much glitz and glam
along the strip the parties fume
the tickets sell
and the owners plan

scraping the bottom
scrounging the residual waste
a hungry hippo
grabs what he can

mark this moment at the bottom
find verbs that will actualize the unplanned plan

gorgeous weeds engulf the fence










hungry right now for calories that nourish thoughts
and hope
looking away from the interpretation and trying to step out of this rhythm

1 comment:

Dr. Strangelove said...

vodka, sand, pleasure,
water, mud and
mental muck!

nourish it.