Saturday, February 19, 2005

faux-gras

Electric-eel toothbrushes
breeding Dolphins in dixie-cups.

Force-fed plastic geese
reading Braille sports-tickers.

There was an Amethyst glaze
over the night sky
that told me
the True Cubes
are always round.

The moon caught fire
because it was made of
Lucite soap-bubbles.

So I put it out.

I'm through captaining
these inverted Asphalt Pagodas.

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