Love Is


a series of fragmentary beach parties
we have no choice but to attend


a voice cries out loud and long
this morning we exist


ah my trick vibrating eyeballs
excuse me while I ruin this piano





[--after Ricardo Aleixo]

4 comments:

  1. Greg Horning11/14/2007 10:14 PM

    Love Is

    a line you draw in the sand
    with nothing, with nothing at all

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  2. Mike Young12/07/2007 9:13 AM

    This is really a terrific poem.

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  3. Unknown7/04/2013 6:34 AM

    Wow..Too good..your Poem is excellent.

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    Squirrel Guide

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  4. Unknown7/04/2013 6:35 AM

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