I’m making soup from stone, I’m making
A smoothie from the poem you once wrote me
I’m making a steak from the heart torn in three
Pieces like holy pieces like cold pieces of
Confusion pour it all in the blender and watch
It swirl like a whirling dervish or a spinning
Russian refusing flowers refusing to be defeated
By cowards who can’t stand with you in the street
Trying to defend your end of the bargain made
Under the streetlight on a full moon and a kiss
That kiss is history now and you are in the kitchen
With hummus and avocados making a sandwich
Can’t tell what’s good these days but you showed me
You slowed me down enough so that I could see
I wasn’t really being me anymore and so the sore I thought
Was salved flourished into ten thousand blooms
Until the whole room smelled like white oleander
But I know that’s poison, now, now I know it’s
Poison.

08/06/2007

Posted on 08/07/2007
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