Wednesday, August 22, 2007

'Across The Sea'

I would have asked you
to fedex my heart back to me
but the cost to ship it
would be more than its worth

The Les vaches postcard
you sent now serves as a bookmark

At times I feel like a parrot
chained to a perch

late in the evening

A flute as it is shoved
into a student's mouth
by a mad teacher

A pair of speakers
muted for a prank call
over the intercom

A dashed porcelain idol, a
withered cactus

The shoes you helped buy
(you understand me enough)
are without shoelaces

I miss you like a kite
misses the wind

( _")

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