luna. 2008

coat check at iota piscium

the shoulder’s are broad in a leader

hat tipped to 4 degrees

to give an air of palm trees in the winter.

do you know the captain have you met the man

he moves with ease through rapids of the politique the germinal

the excused.

crash landing by a young girl outside the valet

she speaks French cuisine French kissing rendezvous with dreams

that appear in the water                                                                                               film atop land

and leave in the high grasses behind the 305.                                                     shock atop accent.

2:45pm and Luna has landed on the Moon. our little collision son. one man’s face is the mirror of a thousand generations

and more, without remembering.

it’s the speaking about the physics that confounds the crowds

leaves them in their stilts feeling altered bewitched

without focus lens

at magnification of 3x. 20x. so diluted the gadgets build a wall of ignorance.

I borrowed a glass to have some champagne. and the clerks rushed to pour

three splashes of wit heroism without a focus

they were kind to me

and the thunder stormed and the hail failed to make a mark on the vipers the town cars

the sidewalks had no pools