Thursday, October 11, 2012

poem

for Hamish


I am looking for the friendliest most loveliest piece

once I find it I will put it in
I will wrap it in the friendliest most loveliest paper,
tie it with the friendliest most loveliest bow,
and smile my most friendliest
most loveliest
when I pass it to you with the
softest
most friendliest
most loveliest
hands.

This piece,
albeit friendly
is many other things
like the rain, and the gum stuck to your shoe, and your receding hair line, and the top button of your shirt

it can do many other things

it can eat canned chicken if it wants
it can tie its shoe laces

this piece can close its eyes and
look out the window
for all I damn well care

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