Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Song #4

Song #4
by Howie Good

But on a morning
when my wife
so softly dented
stands naked
in front of the closet
still deciding
between the dark blue
and the black
I feel as the last calamitous
emperor of Rome
might’ve felt writing
with a red
can of shaving cream
love is
and without
quotation marks

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