Cities and suburbs, real and imaginary.

Thursday, June 7, 2007

three poems in a house

three poems in a house

1:

i had a dream about my dishes
they were all dirty
covered in rotting yellow crisco
maggots and germs and that

that

that
smell
like a petri dish

i was taking them out of the dishwasher
i put them in the cupboards and drawers -- smiling

2:

i wake up in a glass jar
all the world outside bends
and stretches

they are just normal people
but to me they are monsters

3:

i drink coffee from my cup
and you drink tea from yours
but in my cup i taste tea
and in yours i see coffee

that makes it all
mine --

all mine

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