Tuesday, April 3, 2012

Glorified Pelican

I had it wrong, misinformed by a
pelican. Stuck his head in
the sand, clamored on and on
about glorified violence. Something about
the letter G but I couldn’t
understand. So I sent the bastard
home with a bag of weed
and clipped wings, so the beautiful children
could learn to hate.

Robin

Not Anymore

and forest rain
and bludgeoned seal
but nowhere - not
here

and promiscuous wife
and serrated blade
but nothing - not
this

for daylight orgies
for holes in the knees of my jeans
but someone - any
one

and ceilings of ice
and stained glass prison bars
but never - not
now

and ferris wheel divers
and 151 and valium
and now - not
anymore