August 16, 2008
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red nails chipping
and the air bag light welcomes my return.
puffy clouds of cotton balls,
puffy thoughts of just the same – shreds of phrases.
the summer haze of laze,
no need to “shake it” or bake it or run it
to cut away the excess.
these months witness &
boot off those who don’t tan and who don’t do drama.
an ear plug that won’t stick,
awake to be tired.
the ding-dong of a message,
and the package arrives and the bills disappear.
too busy and too quiet
the world watches.
