rooms to let
summer done gone downstairs and left the door wide open
(listening to peter case)
anxious buggy rides done in by dust just can't
contemplate my next move.
summer rolled downstairs,
left the door wide open
for all those hordes that claim they know how to love.
destiny sharpens its knives in the crowded marketplace,
and rogue planets lead us in the astronomy lesson.
settle down in the earnest thirst,
all arroyos point toward quirky clothing.
tired heart beat of mankind
still claiming attendance.
raise your hand toward the felony bound sun.
child, are you simply too old to bounce?
invulnerable dead men have written their memoirs here.
they address the bathroom walls with stuttering aversion.
time to hop the pogostick of possible.
time to tear a hole in the brand new overpriced shirt.
the air is going to ask you to stay awhile.
the wounded earth is calling collect to the whimsical moon.
such a story you never.
---Scott Wannberg |
