Tuesday, July 25, 2006

Living by astrology

I met a boy in the canyon. This boy with a mouth
open, sucking the stars into cavities.
This boy unspoken.

I met a girl in the mall. This girl with a crying face
like plastic lips, the cellophane
hypocrite calling mama mama.

I met a boy named belief in a bar. He slipped his tongue
down my throat and named me
that girl w/ catastrophe.

I found the girl in my car.

I found you. The you I had always
wanted to show up when I could not erase
these lines.

I saw a horse in the heavens. He has since
taken this story and galloped into
the afterlife.


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