big time cat fancier

25.4.08

#22 (for Jess)

Spice IX

Like seaworld / on a friday
That upsetting crash of fin
Helen slides her hand along a flat black
Insecting park / like the tinniest flutter
A spurt of yellow god smiles
Drunk midday / hell feet pounding
Big ears around our family / unhappy

2 comments:

  1. thanks baby. you're winning at NaPo.

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  2. this is lovely...i like these "spice" poems...you should submit them somewhere!

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