Monday, July 28, 2014

groucho marx


i finally made it back to earth
i’d been sleeping in your hair
my heart filled with roses
my legs folded under the table
scribbling down the loose
thoughts gathered at the corners
of my face

a twig sticking out of my ear
digging deeper i found a nest
and a bowl of sparrow eggs
and a bird the color of butter
eating a loaf of bread
going on and on about 
gorgonzola

i couldn’t stop crying
yet i did finally
and proceeded to build
a gigantic fortress out of
old tires and japanese wigs
i’d sleep there in the winter
after you’d moved to chicago

occasionally

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