Saturday, June 9, 2012

Marvel, sunny.

Marvel, sunny.

It is a bicuspid war, and a toes war,
Nothing less.
It is not here, however--not on this particular shore--

Has been declared with pawing paws,
Is in all
A virginity war.

Go between the letters, seas, the phone calls

And the utter lack of yesses.

Run, if you must:  For Shit's sake crawl!
Go to maybe, now, with eyelashes
To fend off the marvelous sunny tresses!

Every restless thing is a vessel, a home--

A fortress to patrol for a
Hat to fall.