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June 27, 2007

Graveside

W.B. Keckler

So we are here together in this heat
before Astroturf in the cemetery.
I praise the Sushi bar's oblivion and air conditioning.

But I must offer praise for a lowered poet,
Nature's own earthworm:

"He was moist, bisexual, self-fertilizing...

like a Smurf." And she slapped me
as on the street in the thirties movies.

I felt privileged...

She had the lights of Dorothy
in her eyes, awake to the Rainbow

her beautiful lips

before the stupid Blazing Droning Ocean

                                             which is our family....
 
 

Posted by Rock Heals at June 27, 2007 12:07 AM