Saturday, July 13, 2013

Future Poets of Amenika

Her husband found he could not watch the kitten bat at string
All the figs were dry, sweetless
Any gnats descended without warning buzz

Grey laborers dithered by the vines in new hats
Masters crunched by rattling keyrings and lozenges
Eviscerated lizards lined the steps,  trophies of the spartan felines

It was the summer the tea party swallowed climate change
The summer sugared organs went viral
That time we earnestly remember, even conversing with strangers
while sitting at the vet's.

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