found myself in a child abuse parlor last weekend doing laundry as the children sang London Bridge is Falling Down between intermittent smacks and screams they raced around their mother's patience and the spin cycle was their mom on crack. i nearly cried/nearly phoned the cops but she called a "time-out" put herself in a corner what? her little girl asked from where she'd been playing hide-and-seek ...
she laughed at me i laughed -you're crazy she- too -said- well who didn't know that but it was a "meandering fast bug" fat, black, scuttling every which way, did it think a forest fire was chasing it, that my eyes could burn, was it smelling something god only -or meandering fast bugs- know what? running like a clown about to fall offa the stilts running ...
perfect pandemonium pleasing purple thistles i shall fly away
Great Spirit, Show me how to Love your Earth, how to Kill the Buffalo and Do it Kindly. But The mission Bells Ring. We offer thanks and prayers To Little Bear and Dance wildly For rain; My love watches and waits for me. But the Mission bells Ring. I ask the Stars to Teach me Well, and to ...
They fall from me: the orange peels, the low blood sugar. They fall from me: my asp-like fears, my terror of your love. It falls from me daily: my state of Grace. Yet I awaken every day, as tall as the morning before. And wonder that we are lifted, the sun and I, and how night prepares us for the day.
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