Flamingo
1/12/10
For Love
I’ll run to you
scrape the pavement from my teeth
drink ink until I die
from far too much life.
A helix in a vase,
a monkey who found God under his fingernails,
took a pen
and drew out all of the beautiful complexities
uprisings from the oceans;
wings and vocal chords,
map makers making map makers
with death slouching sadly against the wall.
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