gabe and dora

Dec 30, 2007 02:27

say abundance with me and hold your breast
she read in her new find
as passengers on the train stared
as if they've never seen someone avoiding eyes
he is not shy with people looking and wants 
to take her to his 80 square foot apartment
to meet his iquana, the one with three legs
who marched up to him in washington square park 
to learn the value of silence in a room of magazines
and what not. I'll take you in and imagine
the carpet not stained, the cardinals came back
and shot red through the fire escape bird feeder.
She read until her stop, the night would be unforgiving
stree lights would be hollowed by snow bells
forgetting.
But the subway is a caravan of stops and 
The End to know chemicals that enter
blood streams into veins of laughter
and lines of palms.
We read them to sleep, the night calls us to calm.
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