we play the new game called
making her brain focus
pull
the square away
a window
ledge a tripod
for the air say
how long can you rest with that
now
watch me darting like a wader on a lake
call time as if you had it stowed
beside the thermos in the goose turd
green
pinwhales of your pants
where all the winning lines are born
and flowers die girl
brains mean nothing
So provocative an intrigue and such wideness to this poem's range of ideas and perspective... I want to reread it again and again / for a little fella So good Kerri
ReplyDeleteThank you Jeffrey.
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