Wednesday, June 15, 2011

Poetry Wednesday

(the truth that everyone knows but no one admits)

brother goes cockeyed
nudging tin cans along
a fine bench

hulaHula girl
on a blueberry dash
inhaling the fumes from her grass

man sitting naked on the rocks
picked up a thing
with his eyes half-open

mother has feelings
at the airport gate
(it costs a quarter
bag your liquids)

i wear new clothes when I paint
and make them old.

Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd something not-mine that I love:

Partially because Joshua Beckman is the shit, partially because we email, and partially because he's like my Bob Ross of poetry.

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