Two flywheels flipping
the sun and the miles
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I’m looking for
a field of weeds and daisies,
where the heat and sweetness
rise together,
and the horizon is enough.
We would that it were not
But alas,
’tis bitter true.
Enemy goal in extra time
Oh it’ll drop.
It always does.
The God of blazing gaze
turned to the page where I should be.
In disbelief He peered through His glass,
and burned a hole in eternity.
A man can stink in a lot of ways
But the worst way is the way
you don’t actually smell
That tough lady on TV
the one with the bank of phones,
reminds me of my wife,
always busting
crooks and hustlers,
with her firm grip
and smolder.
She puts the foxy in moxie.
With her you’re glad to be caught,
and you’d almost pay to be punished
for being bad.
The crossover dribble of Allen Iverson
How does it happen
that the one man
has left and is flying
while you, my friend,
stand gaping
in a cold Philly wind?
Now having pricked the full-blown self
I sing my way loose.
I’m one with the air
and laugh
at the deflated plastic pile.
A poor man had eyes to see
the riches he kept for himself
