Elements, Afternoon

By | 1 December 2011

Almost crying over a German memoir
understandable, in that he was a great man, cooking kidneys
& getting married.

The backpackers line up to check their Facebooks,
must learn to examine faces & not tits as much.

A quiet little butt going up library stairs in jeans.

To have been born before money
& still be a child
with hands to peck out grand, peaceful
hunts across the typewriter

that end in a violin recital, for laughter & applause,
& beer mixed to 2 parts Chinotto in the hours
before cool summer dawn.

The architect checks his phone.
The round lamps on.

To have a halo. A face, kind arms.

To be a flying book.

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