crawling out of ashcans
and spreading like floral
centerpieces across a table
between uncomfortably extrovert guests
the pressure to be
expresses itself as sounds
pushing through air towards
ears open by necessity
a martini must be
what cleaning solvent tastes
like to the floor
said the expressive poet
exploding like raucous shrubs
riotously expanding across gardens
setting color against contrast
slipping between the senses
Sunday, May 10, 2009
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