|
"A Muse(d) in Ten Quiet Minutes"
by Cristy M.
A kiddie pool caper
plumped up swans squeaking,
"Heaven is some Dramamine."
Quivering in a footspace of shade
beside a festival happening
two minutes off the plane
(a facade of Dali's cerebral entrails
colors a canvas of three states
between the last there
and the now's here). Trumpets
of traffic stumble through,
whiz past the speakers
crackling something smooth
less older than old
less newer than the daily paper
behind a picket fence
two fences before me
from minus a pace behind.
There's always some quizzical logic
to explain the movements of ants,
parades into a freezer.
Fifty breaths spent on a cigarette
for every three in a sprinkling sunflower.
12/10/2006 Author's Note: written in california on johnny fathom's porch though it wasn't his at the time.
Posted on 12/11/2006
Copyright © 2026 Cristy M.
| 