Thursday, February 26, 2009

a page not torn from mao's little red book

the air warm & soft
the sky purpled like a bruise
the moon is a hang nail
while above it venus tried on her best fuck-me looks
we are in love it seems with everything
if i can remember
we shopped tonight at circuit city's deadlight sales
combing the racks
no mind & not looking
we found it anyway in the parking lot
among the big mac wrappers
& soggy cigarette butts
if i can remember
we are in love


At 10:37 AM, Blogger gina said...

This is wonderful!

At 10:26 PM, Blogger richard lopez said...

thank you, gina!


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