Monday, September 3, 2012

Of course i'll get the job

for i can pour my empathy onto a rock and
have it weeping within 2 minutes
allowing time for some sentimental foreplay
now you will say from one deep some dangling bunker
you've just ruined foreplay
also! you've ruined weeping for me!
and i'll wisp my lips- better than to learn on your last birth-rind
that the moment when love moved in you
like something green or when you knew
patchy fur cap- that little man was never coming
 homeagain
that every moment, every rhyme
a broken weep for all this time
a weep
is
broken- don't you see?
a reason for weeping is to drink tea
taste it on the porch quick here sit here
and would you like some honey?
a couple of bees i know cooked it in their bellies
they drink flower nectar and then regurgitate it
they keep it in little wax tupperwares to eat later
and i just grabbed a couple hundred of them while they were out