Sunday, January 08, 2006

Back to NY 2006 Poem #1 (January is National Poetry Month!)

Call Me If You Get Scared

If you get scared, honey,
give me a call, and I'll send over
powerful mind signals
made out of undiscovered matter
so tiny as to pierce/deflate
any of the dirigibles of Fear
that float the night.


Reen said...

Dang, yo. Fear dirigibles. Do they advertise for Goodyear? Their tiny, hulking shadows stalk the night.

Anonymous said...

i love it.