Sunday, October 05, 2008

No Joy in Mudville

I.

In the twilight of summer
Fluffernutter
on buttered bread
and the sand
which is stuck
between toes
in ears
and clumsily washed hands
strikes suddenly
in the middle of that soft sticky bite
boulder against molar
silent ringing
a radio switched off

II.

Slide open that door
and greeted by must
reaching up
to jumbled pieces in a box buckling
I am the shoe
the worn brown loafer
step right in
and walk all over

III.

Head hung low
brittle leaves crackling
skipping stones
when the sun is setting
time to lumber in
raising shoulders to ears
the wind blows cold
2% milk

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