Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Emergency Exits


I ran face first into last summer
while sorting out
a repeat of last spring
in line for lunch,
for a concoction conjured
to relieve the humid boredoms
designed in spite
of distaste for (melo)drama—the kind now
tugging at my leg
in prophetic visions starring
bill murray and an alarm
clock that sets off
cold sweats and forethought—excuses
to get out of this pollinated
mess of new leaves
grown in animal heat.
and considering lust lacks a conscience for us
it is fitting I’ve already cooled off
and moved on.

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