Untitled Poem

Thursday, July 29, 1999

Zox and blast and cartoon pigs
and trumpets and fries lathered with pink bow ties,

to singing frogs and drums and large floppy feet
covered by foamy soap spread on a chocolate rope

where grueling clocks and tired beds and leaky cheeks
find pasty flies sleeping on golden baked ryes;

seventy noses and lashes and webbed amigos
lie soundly awake and frown down at the milk-fed town;

And clothed and zippered and green pickled truth
screech the lazy call of understanding and Socks committed crazy.

 Syracuse, NY | ,