Wednesday, May 9, 2012

for the long ride home

            stepping my foot in,
                                 out in stores now
   their parts glowing red together—
                     in a vehicle of sort, ineffectual,
                            pulling over on the shoulder
& relishing that belief to be
feeling her belly
  (the one who prays “it's not greed” founded
                 on those desires) they
    all come out grabbing her belly

              to work w/ the planet like some
w/ a continual (warm) feeling—
  the night was deep w/ which
      they sat up all night playing in it
   w/ out being an asshole like
     “look at this cute look on my face”