June 07, 2007

laws of attraction


the day you stole that harmonica

was the first day of the rest of my life


                                                                      I wish

I could understand the colours you blow

that wave on the frequency of night-lilies

collating what they dredge

                         sweetening the philistine edges

of your dimly lit ornamental music


I expect the frogs will be at it for some time

winking like ellipses in brilliant prose


arguing an eloquent case

                                              for misplacing adjectives knowingly      sequentially


smudging the corners of our real riverside sheets


—Nathan Thompson


Posted by dwaber at June 7, 2007 02:16 PM