Poem a day for January 10th 2010

Let’s hear it for the reflector dish. The little engine that underscored the left turn of hollow point junction. Let’s burn the steak until the firemen come for seduction and butter tarts. If you’re an alarm, then I’m a school principal.

Let’s outline a body together and get some things as straight as chalk can mak...e them. Number one, my name is General Hardy and number two, you look fantastic in that dress. If scents could talk, yours would be stuck for words under the wonder of a starry sky far from the city. The nook of your neck means more to me than memories of my home town from childhood. It reeks of the future.

Poem a Day for January 11

I opened the zipper on the belly of the fish and took out wet money to pay the lobster with the dog mask behind the counter. He grunted, threw tiny sparks out of his eyes, and told all of my clothes to tighten. It wasn't my idea. Each leaf of my fingers became autumn blades in the wind. In the space of a divorce, I bloomed into a leech. Are the building builders building buildings? Heck yes. Just like the cinnamon you're licking off of my eyelids.



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