Oct 13, 2010 11:28
Just another day avoiding Greenpeace,
heading home to watch The Nothing Special
at 8 o'clock. Can't see what's behind me
but it feels like bulletproof glass.
Got a long day ahead of me.
Lied in enough press releases
to land in district
court for the ship
that sailed away on my breath,
carrying seamen and spices
too anachronistic, too specific.
But the judge knows a saint
when he sees one
seeing through the historic
architecture and bathroom stalls
in the style of Larry Poons.
Been swinging since 16,
can't keep my feet on the ground.
Hung jury.