Foxy would never steal a mint!
But foxy would steal a heart
Hide it with the others
Rot and sorrow for their worth
Rotting rot and sorrow too!
Foxy would never steal a mint!
But they’d mine for one
Mine deep mine long
Mine til they strike a lode
Exploit it while worth
Roting rot and sorrow
You know it too!
Foxy would never steal a mint!
But they’d steal your dreams
Hide them with the others
To rot in sorrow in sorrow!
deadly wine in summer
when there is no rain
in summer without remorse
she sat beside me
momentarily in a park
left me smiling
that stupid smile
in shameless summer
with its withered grass
and suffocating air
she sat beside me
momentarily
in summer
left me smiling
that stupid smile
in summer
in a park
Between the longness of you
And my shortness of breath
Cicadas sing
Our moon falls into shadow
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US Secretary of State takes a break from Iran talks to get his bike fixed
Tinkering away in the shop,
A Tuesday like any other,
Rainy and cold, but spring’s on the way.
Idly daydreaming of John Kerry
Between tightening spokes and sprockets
American SoS
Stately, if not majestic.
Negotiations tough you bet
Centers himself by cycling
In the hills
Outside your shop
But something’s wrong
He speaks fluently
Your language
Isn’t real
Until the security sweep
And the cameras go silent
But by then derailleur’s fixed
And he’s gone
Conquering hills
