PLEASE HELP BLUE PRESS STAY AFLOAT

Thursday, January 15, 2009

They say drowning is painless

Each beer can a handgrenade
              & the delicate streets like torn paper
skidding past the Earthquake Taqueria
                              in the rain when it isn’t raining

              I’ve got things to do that never get done
                                                but like a diamond footprint
                              on the step or flowers strewn on a watery
grave my past lives have devoured the future
              & I hunker down in the voluptuous shade
                                                w/a dog-eared book of matches
                              & a fiberglass harp
                                                                strung with seaweed