The Nacreous Oughts

02 February 2012

kevlar warbot
ex poet laureate
beaten with billy clubs
the pen
knocked from my hand
ghost mall
charges an extra dollar
there are those who dispute
ev'ry aspect of B----'s story
a place filled with food smells
and geometric motions
when I heard the learnèd astronomer
sopping with dew
in the pinkgold sodiums
even the photographs
of an archaic sort

talk all night
the heartsong
his fuse burning out
up there alone

touch finger to a crumb
to lift it up


first quote: Walt Whitman
second quote: "Rocket Man" by Elton John


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