songanddancegirl

"It's about words, and words are all I have…"

SMELLS LIKE

SMELLS  LIKE    TEAVANNA

writing poems   fatigue creeping   up leg

exact grey tuesday   as last    replica of

monday    ancestors decompensating

in heaven   bus splashes smallish man

snowbanks melting   seeds stirring

 

simple prose can bring on  distemper

as citylights  dim    man in tea store

asks too many questions   I punch him

on a whim   and watch him drop like a       winter fly

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Early Spring  2013

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