here we are covered in deluxe


[a p r i l 2013]

it’s my poem

i can do what i want


here we are

covered in deluxe

wearing our pretty

all over us/

it’s our thing

we’re doing it.

cayenne apple lemon tomato

sitting on the kitchen island

promising warmth.

this is a house that is a home

laundry is churning downstairs

the heat is blowing hotly forward

in the duct work

breathing against our minds

the sleet rain of the

longest winter

is tapping at the window

the long finger of nature

reaching into our ear,

against all of this

is the silence of poetry

like a light saber

beaming out of my thoughts

cutting through the darkside

emerging true as the

will of a knight against

all of the galaxy’s evil.

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