Thursday, May 03, 2007

Deflated Parade


How many pesos make a sparrow?

Attention shoppers
my mind’s oven bakes excuses.

I love these ingredients
gathered before me:
there’s no junta quite like it.

Doo wap groups mock me:
enough charm to persuade perspective
to give up and collapse.

The earth is slowing down.

Each moment is a coin,
a coyote in the belly.


Sprouting spring jackets of

replete with suede lapels
look so perfect on the cattle

plowing the boulevard.

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