Wednesday, May 04, 2005

May is National Poetry Month!


There are angels
sent from Detroit
to points South
and East and West
to save this world,
this America
where vasectomies
are reversed
with mighty microsurgery.

Delaware is full of angels,
and Oakland and Phoenix,
nearly everywhere
where girls are there are
angels too.

Ugly ones
with brown sweaters
and personality problems,
who steam off stamps
not to collect but to save money.

I don't need to go on a long trip
to find them, just close my eyes.

1 comment:

Susan Brennan said...

can you sence
a postal downfall?
the mailbags
of yesteryear
are today's empty winds