Wednesday, July 6, 2016

"A chicken in every pot...a Buick in every garage...a punchline for every poem." (for M.M.)

I want to grab you with words,
shake you awake with images
that lift and drop a question on
your plate.

Art is every language; whisper,
cry and scream. You're not
supposed to're
supposed to be infused, so that
your bags of clear water become
like delicious tea....

so that you become sensate
perfume...what better thing to
do with yourself?

Boy, wait 'til they get a whiff of me!


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