Saturday, July 23, 2005

Moon Patrol Poem #4

What I've Been Up To

The stars are hanging out
outside my window,
and the moon is shining low
among the chimneys.

Out there in the skinny night
a lonely firework sneezed,
and Brooklyn heaved
a shudder through its trees.

Tell the crazies of evening
I’ll see them sooner.
Dreams are the kind order
from my lids.

My crowbar snoozes sinew-ly
already; enough for me
to rust with it for now.

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