Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Everyone's Gone To the Moon

55 Calypso

The cruel mind is a
Watched kettle like
Fire in vindictive hands
Poured sideways on
Narrowing stones.

A good mouth speaks
Afraid, and faintly thick of heart
In light air,
Scented full
Fine beasts, we say,
“We never saw a stupid thing”
But walked through gentle summer doors
As greed slowly filled our bent eyes

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