Apr 29, 2009


Crystal mints & transistors,
what was made to travel
over yeast & milk. The grandeur
of warm snow. Currency of
rubies, a fistfull of sour
cherries rushing toward
the end of the day. Parallel
grooves of a toaster
in a pawnshop, antenna
extends from the AM
headphones, the PM headphones,
this is Antebellum gargoyle
fodder, or a tube of prosaic
openings that excretes
its own little prize. Say all
this is nostalgia, at the end
of the day, no symbol
for said money, no fat, dumb
& happy this time, only
a whale with a glass tooth,
a basket with no fruit in it.

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