Tuesday, April 1, 2014

self mutators
bring us your nervous flowers
your tectonic handshakes
your eateries in Buffalo

we'd like to help you out
we'd like to shine a light

mirror or no mirror
you all look divine

dancing on car hoods
whooping with car alarms
hand claps under the streetlights

dum dums
you wore coats made of fur
in cities await by the sea
growing up in the street
seasoned by salt water air
 
that ancient city where I lived
alive with birds
Rorschachs alighting from the trees
framed against an orange sky


their myriad songs were my mantra




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