Showing posts with label poem? squirrels. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poem? squirrels. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

Birds, Bees and Squirrels

It just seems useful not to care.
I try this tactic now and then.
I think it worked in New Orleans.

…Like a perfumed woman.
Smellin' of where she's been.
Smellin' of Oregon cherries
Or maybe Texas avocado
Or maybe Arizona sugar beet…

That’s my Pal Joey; my name was Joie when
I was a pretender, that’s for sure.
I wish it worked.
I just can’t bear the flat, drab, dumb and stateless days.
And so,
I open up that sweet trap door,
to surging, rushing, pounding, swelling, burning life again.

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