Tuesday, November 27, 2007

NEW: May by Rufo Q

It came in dreams like the day upstairs
on the bus commentary from a tourist
bus came in the window and all
of us were like nuclei or vanilla
flecks in ice-cream;
                                    the same thing
given like corned beef to a cargo cult
to everyone to chug away down
the pollinating summer street
with and do with what they will.

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