Friday, May 30, 2008

poems about nothing


Hey guys, what's happening? But really, these poems aren't about nothing, they're about...


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a velvet sky

becomes

the day when the old limousine

driver

consumes an entire loaf

of old wheat bread

and

shoots his lover

in the

back




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I don’t need her phone number

one summer

as the flock of ravens ahead

returns

in droves

I saw a girl I used to know

serving coffee

in a place I used to live

and

she blushed when

I opened my mouth

remember

lovers who never

we unwound in unison and

laid about

plainly upon a disenchanted

mattress in the middle

of a used furniture store




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butterflies amazed

by their

own

wings

.

sunken

in the mire

of the glade

cities

do well when

drowning

and

the smoke

and fog

of dusk

come

settle down around the mountains

3 comments:

kathryn said...

Is that Dave?

Chris S said...

That's Dave wearing your Kill Bill wig. Ryan's old roommate Chris is hiding behind him.

kathryn said...

They're wearing matching shirts.