Gideon

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

The upstairs has wings for rent
[only if the children say so]
but when they let you be warned that a WWII bomb just exploded
even though they're found all the time.

All I've ever found have been granite leftover landscaping from a picky neighbor
or a leftover mattress from a lazy neighbor.
Not that I'm saying which is better to find
but at least I've got a sense of people leaving and forgetting
the two things they don't need
but didn't make.

Make sure the archangel doesn't see because he'll yell at the children,
he'll yell at me,
he'll take all our leftover decades and put them inside that hydrogen atom.
Not because you asked but because you asked twice while wearing his old golden ephod.

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