Ways to say, "weave": breeze,
ease, thieve
...that daddy thang
hot like potato pie
--jammed like my thumb or
the telephone lines at rush hour
so long so sour so glancing down
prancing about on a mushroom
cloud, revering dace, the frail
lunar koi of the California hotel
pool, gently murmuring: "you
do not belong here," and, "welcome,"
and you slept for hours and hours on end,
after the drugs were gone.
29 April 2009
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