June 2, 2012
beer and meat,
crooked teeth, tea, royal queen
in the settled air and stagnant ways
of new visitors from an old continent;
but what of these things?

I can see, maybe:
corsets bustles beautiful snow-white
skin, that hasn’t been
bathed in weeks
floor-length flower hair
peace and love
Tibetan monks
chai tea, nirvana free
answer sí, hip-hop beat
searching, they tell me
blown from custom to possibility

I’m really: wind-born thoughts
Pacific coast, dewy lost
one-way jetstream from go to stop, I choose
horse manure real love from corn maze talk.

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