Thursday, August 13, 2009

spies in the field - future

Hey folks, the penultimate poem to one of my latest series. Enjoy!

spies in the field: future

our purpose has been
to mystify,
to betray, to take cuts
of glass and stick them

wicked ways,
to grab hobos’ hands, to toss
strangers’ suitcases into
purple dumpsters,

to chase rabid dogs with pipes,
to eat old food, to wrap
our hands in gloves, to take
many pictures, to
cheer for losers and to

wait around empty bus stops.

peer away now, you’ll
give the whole thing

where will we be then?

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